Green Club

[Alaskan]

But Sour! All of that broken glass will cause cuts, some of those cuts will become infected and then full of gooey stinky GREEN pus.

 

[Bunnylady]

I'm just pondering "two hard things" (Shakespeare quote, if anyone's counting). The first is, how did Gman smuggle that mirror into the oubliette? The second, and more important, is, how the heck did the oubliette get over here? In the dank, dark, dangerous space beside the moat - oh, yes, that's exactly where I'd expect it. Hearing echos from it in the halls of the castle, sure, that happens. But here, in the sun-splashed, verdant fields of the Green Club? Even for the kingdom, it makes no sense.

But Gman can clean all that broken glass up by himself. I ain't goin' anywhere near him if he's playing with sharp objects!

 

[Wisher1000]

Tsk! Tsk! Tsk! A broken mirror. Seven years of bad luck. I hate it for you, G. But hey, it could be worse, just think how long it would be if it was something else that broke......

I don't guess I can say it, lets just ere on the side of safety.

 

[gmendoza]

Sorry sour, I forgot. This isn't the Kingdom, but the green room.

Green Green, like a mossy sheen
Green Green, like and infected spleen
Green Green, like a garden bean
Green Green its so peachy-keen

Green Green the colorful fruit
Green Green, in here it does suit
Green Green,the color of my boot
Green Green, the teeth from an old Coot

Green Green, the vegetable paint
Green Green, my underwear it aint
Green Green the mold on a statue saint
Green Green, in milk, a pickle doth taint

Green Green, its hard to rhyme
Green Green, a good waste of time
Green Green, inside a dead mime
Green Green, this rooms color of grime.

 

[Wisher1000]

You're so weird, G.

 

[Alaskan]

Nope, Gman is a genius!

That was a marvellous green song!

 

[gmendoza]

You're so weird, G.

Thank you, thank you very much (in my best Elvis impersonation).

 

[Alaskan]

Green is the color of molding bread,
Green is the color of those long dead!

Green is the color of slime and mold,
Green is the color of things really old!

Green creeps up over your bread,
Green creeps on top of your head.

Green creeps along the walls of the moat,
Green creeps into the rotting boat.

Green creeps into the dark dank dungeons,
Where we all like to eat Funyuns!

 

[gmendoza]

Green is the color of molding bread,
Green is the color of those long dead!

Green is the color of slime and mold,
Green is the color of things really old!

Green creeps up over your bread,
Green creeps on top of your head.

Green creeps along the walls of the moat,
Green creeps into the rotting boat.

Green creeps into the dark dank dungeons,
Where we all like to eat Funyuns!

oh yeah?

Green is the hue of a witches brew
Green is the hue of a rotten poo
Green is the hue of a lizards butt
Green is the hue of the teeth of king tut

Green is the shade of the green bottle fly
Green is the shade of the puss in a sty
Green is the shade of maggot filled pie
Green is the shade of a loaf of moldy rye

Green is the flava of a eel in labor
Green is the flava of a drink to savor
Green is the flava of mold on a paver
Green is the flava of Charles Xavier

Green is the color of someone's great grandmother
Green is the color of someone's great grandfather
Green is the color of trees in the summer
Green is the color of this room, my sister and brother

 

[Alaskan]

Ok, that poem started off quite nicely....but.....

Flava? As in flavor?

Not knocking that, except "the flavor of an eel in labor"

Uh.....

Really?

Do you tend to eat eels in labor?

The rest of that, Alaskan hasn't tasted that stuff either, but at least Alaskan can imagine seeing you, or Sour, licking off the mold from a paving stone.