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Gleaming started The Fart Game, which I though was funny, but it centered on farts, which is inherently funny, but I wanted to expand that idea to include any Rush lyric rewrite. A Rush rewrite with a whimsical or darn clever funny variety. Or whatever you like. Here's one I did today at work, after falling into boredom, while listening to AFTK. And I gained a new appreciation for the vibra-slap today as well, but I digress....

 

 

Starburst X-1

Book One - The Visit

 

Prologue

In the rainbows of Starburst

There lurks a mysterious, painful force

The Root Canal

Of Starburst X-1

 

Six Flavors on the dental floss

In mourning for porcelain crown's loss

In a final crack of glory

Nevermore to grace the mouth

 

1

Indelible

To brush or floss you try

This Cavity

Decay that would not die

All who dare

To Water Pik

Are halted by

A fearsome stick

Through the nerve

To be discouraged

Or is there something more?

Novocained- to the core

Go through the Dentist's Door-

You're torn....

 

2

I set a course just east of Lollies

And northwest of Pixy Stix

Flew into the light of Dum Dum

Sailed across the Milky Way

On my ship, the 'Reeses Pieces'

Wheeling through the Gummi Bears

Heading for the heart of Starburst

Headlong into Mary Janes

 

The x-ray shows decay in throngs

My molars cannot resist her long

Nearer to my painful foe

Until the Root Canal-

Gains control....

 

3

Spinning, whirling

Still the drilling

Man this dentistry

Is killing

Sound and pain

Drowns my root

Every nerve

Kicks like a boot....

 

 

To be continued

 

 

If I missed a game thread like this, please let me know.... trink39.gif

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This is not new, but it is original, and quite timely biggrin.gif

 

 

Mission

 

Turn on your oven's fire-

Keep it burning bright

Hold the flame 'til the turkey ignites-

Thanksgiving spirit with a vision

Is a meal with a mission

 

I feel their passionate cooking

Smell the scents

That touch my heart

I gaze at their feverish baking

The secret recipes that set them apart

 

When I smell the powerful aromas

Their oven has made alive

I wish I had that turkey-

And the trimmings and the sides-

 

Turkey's fly on dangerous missions

Their breasts and legs on fire

We're focused high on culinary ambitions

They're consumed in a single sitting

 

In the grip of

A nameless drumstick-

A slave to the drive of the stuffing-

A Thanksgiving dream with a vision

Is a meal with a mission...

 

I watch the oven coils flicker

Bringing light to a lifeless bird

I walk through their beautiful kitchens

And I wish I had their verve

 

But meals don't need

Over-seasoning

To keep their taste alive

Obsession to have cranberry sauce-

Pride demands it be homemade

 

It's warm comfort

To the turkey's not being basted

To know how they made it-

How they must be elated

 

Turkey's lives are not so

Exotic and strange

But they would likely have

Gladly exchanged them

For something a little less hot

In the oven they'd rather be, not

 

They each pay a fabulous price

For our visions of Thanksgiving paradise

While a turkey meal is our mission

It's our dream, not their vision...

 

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