2 thoughts on “Random Engrish 2005/09/19”

  1. That there’s poetry.
    Running blossom tumbles tenderly,
    facing north rockets,
    rumbling earthquake shouts like butter,
    quaking colin, wobbling earlobes,
    scream frantic like angry turnips.

  2. My personal favorite had, in large letters, “SLURP!” and below that, in smaller letters, “Is that your foot?” Alas, it was many years ago and I had no digital camera then.


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