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The Song Of Plums Plums Plums

Poetry By: HisNameIsNoMore
Poetry



Yeah someone gave me murder from a different perspective and someone else gave me a corny melody to write it to. The more I read it the more I like it haha...


Submitted:Mar 18, 2010    Reads: 98    Comments: 3    Likes: 1   


Hum dee dee dum dum,
I sit here and I cut cut through plums plums plums.
Hum dee dee dum dum.
I sit here in good company, good good good company indeed indeed, friends just like me me.
Hum dee dee dum dum, I love to cut plums plums plums.
Oh me me me, hum dee dee dee.
A scream? A scream scream scream?
Is it she? My master that wields me?
Plums? Plums? I love to cut plums plums, hum dee dee dum dum.
Oh please please please, don't do that with me me me.
Hum dee dee dum dum, hum dum dum dee dee dum hum.
This is no plum, a plum is what I live to cut, cut cut the plum is so juicy and fun.
Hum dee dee dum dum.
I hear another scream yet I cannot see, I just keep slicing, hum dee dee
I can see, I can see, oh me oh me, what is this happening to me.
Hum dee dee dum dum dee dee dum dum.
This is no fun, I don't like the taste of blood blood blood.
Hum dee dee dum dum
This is no fun.
Plums plums plums is what I am used for.
Scrub scrub scrub vigorously.
Hum dee dee dum dum, I am scrubbed scrubbed scrubbed.
What is this? What is this?
What did I miss?
Hum dee dee dum dum
There are no plums, plum plum hum dee dum.
The Mrs will never wake up up up.
Yet she hum dee dum dum I love plums plums plums.
My friends all see what I have done, done done to something else besides the plum plum plum
Hum dee dee dum dum.
This was actually quite fun fun,
Hum dee hum dee dee dum dum.





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