mjj (flemmings) wrote,

"Whose skulls we have made our soccer balls"

OK, had to be done-- Green Eggs and Wasteland. "The Homeric epithet Sam-I-Am is closely paralleled by the “I AM” of the burning bush (Exodus 27:16; take exit V2.03 – bear left on off ramp)."

Though seriously, it ought to have been
Frisch weht der Wind der Heimat zu:
Mein Cindy Lou Who, wo weilest du?

ETA: and the comments are wonderful too:

We are the Hollandaise men,
we are the stuffed men
eating together
a green omelet filled with ham. Gevalt!
Tags: humour, verse

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