"diggy" poems
the ever briggy snapperjab,
once as trallhup as spacescrapers,
had his woo jotty happenstance
jejuned and nooned
and i soon saw
that i too was too much tooned
in the known visible wavelurf
where roving fate is ghosted
by inexhorrorbull ringly meedecree
of blingee choo choo Hist-o-Then
ever since,
my crave
has castled me down
into whitened gray limb petrify
where diggy beclouded sendersave replaces
Feb 17, 2017
Feb 17, 2017 at 3:36 PM UTC
a ding dang diggy diggy ding dang do
everybody knows when the wind don’t blow
but if you go to the picture show
and you’re sittin’ up in the very first row
he don’t know and she don’t know
but everybody knows
when the wind don’t blow
a ding dang diggy diggy ding dang do
ding dang diggy diggy ding dang do
whatcha gonna do when they come for you
‘cause nobody knows if you don’t show
but everybody knows
when the wind don’t blow
a ding dang diggy diggy ding dang do
A ONE MORE TIME
a ding dang diggy diggy ding dang do
everybody sing the ding dang song
a ding dang diggy diggy ding dang do
diggy diggy diggy diggy
ding dang do
Dec 26, 2014
Dec 26, 2014 at 11:11 AM UTC
(Yoooouuuu!)
Butter boy I tell 'em
Hey I got a new dance fo you all called the butter boy
(Yoooouuuu!)
You gotta punch then crank back three times from left to right
Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh yeeeeaaaah!
butter boy off in this butter house
Watch me crank it
Watch me roll
Watch me crank that butter boy
Then super man that soft mattress butter boy spitting fire
Watch me lean and watch me rock
Super man butter not
Then watch me crank that Robocop
Super fresh, now watch me tape things
Jocking on them haters man
When I do that butter boy
I lean to the left and crank that thang
(now you)
I'm booming on your ***** ***
And if we get the fighting
You catch me at your local party
Yes I crank it everyday
Haters getting mad cause
"I got me some bathing koala bears"
Mar 12, 2016
Mar 12, 2016 at 9:50 PM UTC
If humans had wings they would flock to the ground,
They would mine as they sing and dig underground towns,
They'll keep on a-diggin'
down diggy down down,
Till they dig up a well
And drown driggy drown drown.
They'll try with their wings to fly up to the sky,
But those tunnels are deep and all winding, no lie,
So they suffered, the lot of em, subterranean deaths
As they flapped and they screamed as they breathed their last breaths.
May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 7:05 PM UTC