Ode: dignified and elaborately structured lyric poem praising and glorifying an individual, commemorating an event, or describing nature intellectually rather than emotionally. Odes originally were songs performed to the accompaniment of a musical instrument.
An Ode to Jello
If I could eat Jell-O all day long,
Iíd be a happy guy.
Living on Jell-O can't be wrong,
And without it I would cry .
Iíd like to eat Jell-O throughout the day,
Over studying and straining my neck.
Iíd like to get Jell-O as my pay,
Instead of a boring paycheck.
Jell-O has many forms-I love them all,
Especially when topped with cool-whip.
It can be made right at home or bought at the mall,
And thereís a recipe for jalepeno Jell-O chip dip.
1. "RE: Ode (NPM Lesson 6)" In response to Reply # 0
Aight Aight peep
--Ode to Chocolate Sugar--
Dark like the sun squatting behind the moon Sweet like honey covered hallmarks for valentines day Rich like Master P with out the gold teeth Baby every word you speak is like heavens breeze
-I luv the way you cuss me out on the telephone-
I love the way you go through my dresser drawers when a daweg aint home searching for numbers that aint there cause I love you
I love you
You love_ love jones love and basketball whats love got to do with it and waiting to exhale
and every breath you inhale turns me on
I wanna burn in your vision till the water in my eyes evaporates and I need visine just to seem focused while this dream lacerates my every thought
You've got me open like quick marts in slow-motion forever like the sands of time fused to glass by my ocean of emotion crashing against the shores of eternity with a farenheight akin to the cloud 9 thats 9 planets away cradaling my every concern
You are all that concerns me
and I love you
--Madness is the prelude to Genius--
(or is that backwards) --anyway--
Peter Parker is the amaZing spiderman
(and a whole bunch a other ish that tries to defy gravity)
4. "ode to that nigga..." In response to Reply # 0
eh..em...ode to my nigga
nigga was thinkin that the if the length of your foot...was really worth examining they ought to give oscars for the way yours makes a diagnol into a circle ...when we dive on the deep end
nigga u so black to me...u make the fist on my afro pick weep...and that's why i dig u u be picking thru me like naps in small teeth combs
what u do fo' a livin'.?...i mean not that i'm gold diggin...but i wanna make sure we both stay well to do...so we can take days off...and figga out was my left side the goddess venus...or your dick the second moon...
my nigga ...my nigga...my nigga...
walk on over to the kitchen and lemme see your back side...wanna expose what your momma birthed into your veins...and your daddy said"daym if that nigga aint got a nice piece like mine"...
love the way u tell me straight up...to sit back and just flow...love the way u get complicated and break my backbone
my nigga...my nigga...my nigga....
my cookies and cream...
i was dreaming afro sheen thoughts against soiled sheets..so get yo' ass back in bed
and split me....
ode to my nigga...
kimabe ...okay...it's hot in NYC today so I'm feelin' a lil' freaky...leave me alone!..
"I was that ball of yarn, your pussy want'd to get caught up in."
"dont leave your thoughts behind take them with you"....
satisfaction comes to those who satisfy themselves...