coconuts

[goliwog man]

I have a lovely bunch of coconuts
I baked them in a pie
there creamy crunchie cocnuts
that made my tummy cry

I tired to eat my coconuts
the shell was hard and dry
So i squashed it with a staple gun
And cooked it to a fry

Wont someone buy my coconuts
There ready now to buy
There creamy crunch coconuts
I baked them in a pie

 

[goliwog man]

I see were all in agreance lol tell me why am I a lunatic (answear in poet form only if possible)

 

[zay]

so what if goliwog cooked himself a pie
it doesn't matter that the coconuts couldn't fight

all he did was make himself a masterpiece
and he is gonna sell them to you dirt cheap

i mean come on, it's just a meaningless coconut, that he carelessly fried
it's not like it was a dog, or a human life

he hammered and hammered away,
but does that make him a murderer, sealed away to a dark fate

the coconuts made him cry, and that's a crime
he could've just wasted them, but instead he just whined

but yes, goliwog you are a luno wacko
i mean who would do that to a little ol' nut of coco?

or maybe this poem is just a random act of wackiness in itself,
i better get outta here before i damage my little bit of rep....

no, just kiddin you goliwog, we all have our moments of wackiness.

 

[goliwog man]

Indeed I now feel understood
My coco craze is being fed
It started with Muhaasa

My friends did everything they could
As I popped coco in my bed
Did you see Muhaasa?

When Muhaasa, stole my hood
There and then I just saw red
And vowed to kill Muhaasa.

I searched to find him all I could
But coconuts were in my bed
So I did as those in Russia

And to this day I take out my vengeance
on harmless coconuts baked in pies
To keep me from muhaasa death.
Of which all evil lies

lol its all cool zay I should drag kakesar over here lol

 

[zay]

lol great stuff as usual goliwog. Yeah kakesar would be a nice addition.

So let me get this straight, you blame your fall on Muhaasa
What is that, a figment of your imagination?
you take out all your frustration on coconuts
fail to take reality by the horns, you blame your fall on another

A friendly little coconut must feel pain
because of your simple feud
a battle of the wits with a coconut
a battle of strength with the defenseless, how lewd

It's a shame it has come to this, this battle with Muhaasa
an imaginary creature that you battle when you look in your refrigerator
what is he, what is it, a pie, an item, your conscience?
or is it just a failed attempt to be your security fence

a last claim to make to defend your sanity
the last straw that can be pulled to prove your not stuck in an inner calamity
that your mind has not totally gone, that you're not locked in a state of complete insanity?

introduce me to this being that is muhaasa
what must be done to meet this mystical ideal
what is it that drives you to this
to make a mere defenseless coconut a meal

or are you mad at the coconut because it is wiser than you
you can't take it that a coconut has proved you a fool?
it can beat you since you kill one but another fills its place
you can't stop the inner power of the coconut, no matter how many you use to fill your face

I rest my case, there is no muhaasa
just that my new friend goliwog has had his body invaded by another
feel the force, dear goliwog, fight the forces from within
come back to us all dear friend

or wait, maybe the insanity has invaded me
maybe all this talk of muhussa has clouded my own judgment
since goliwog is conout, cononut is him
that's what he has been all along, a nut, a cocunut, our friend

 

[goliwog man]

Muhassa he is not a man
nor of any gender
his spirit is that of a moose
whos face is soft and tender

Muhassa was like my only son
my pet and friend indeed
but alas he was a jamacan mon
how craved my coco creed

It came down to a fact so true
That coconut pies are small
this pie isnt big enough for two
but then he hate them all

And so the war indeed began
over cocnuts in pies
And so the truth we shall can
For he was filled with lies

My poor little coconuts
There in a civil war
And that is why i sold the pies
But now im making more

as I sleep in the night
I walk many a time upright
Knowone knows were I go
even mums tomatoes

Muhassa is the spirit moose
Who haunts me in my sleep
eating all the pies hed choose
and makes my profits bleak

 

[zay]

Oh, I understand, sort of

How I feel for you my friend
haunted by a tender faced moose
not real but of the spirit realm, once friends now you struggle
you love the coconuts, you love him, so either way you'll lose

or have you already, you've lost time with your dear friend
who now stalks you and your art
your coconut pies, and love for cocunuts have severed a friendship
why not let it all go, and try for a new start

foolish emotions have stolen away time
from a partnership so great
you both were about to open a coco pie stand
but because of new misfortunes, this plan is no more, but not because of simple fate

you still have time goli, and you spirit moose
to rectify past wrongs, to make things right
so you can end walmart's reign
and you can establish your coconut stand together, and win the fight

against past wrongs, against past feelings, a brand new beginning
you two could do it together, if you both were willing
but alas, it appears it will not be this way
so the greatest coconut tandem in history will fade away

into the sands of time, into past recollections,
of the has been, and could've woulds,
the history you two could've made
but never again, you're now the never shoulds

 

[KakesaR]

No eat the coconut.. (<-- Coconut)

-"Eat ze wagonwheel! :o "-