Stark RAVOON Mad...
"I run from the cops in my Cobra Mark Three,
For there's no commander more deadly than me.
Except for a captain from Diso's third moon:
She's smart, she's Elite, and she's MRS RAVOON."
This comes (along with LOTS more related doggerel) from the mind of a new friend of this blog, a girl called Marnanel -- http://marnanel.livejournal.com/1493878.html
Apparently, it's part of a long chain of wonderful poetry (if limericks may be called poetry...). As I say, there is MUCH more --
"For just as a grape will decay to a raisin,
and just as a cranberry turns to a craisin,
and just as a plum will decay to a prune
I fear I'll wake up and be MRS RAVOON."
For there's no commander more deadly than me.
Except for a captain from Diso's third moon:
She's smart, she's Elite, and she's MRS RAVOON."
This comes (along with LOTS more related doggerel) from the mind of a new friend of this blog, a girl called Marnanel -- http://marnanel.livejournal.com/1493878.html
Apparently, it's part of a long chain of wonderful poetry (if limericks may be called poetry...). As I say, there is MUCH more --
"For just as a grape will decay to a raisin,
and just as a cranberry turns to a craisin,
and just as a plum will decay to a prune
I fear I'll wake up and be MRS RAVOON."