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An elephant and a rhinoceros, were sitting in a tree.
Quietly they spoke, so neither woke
The law of gravity
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The boy stood on the burning deck,
His pocket full of crackers.
A spark flew up his trouser leg,
And paralysed his ... I'll stop there.
Bad command or file name. Bad, bad command! Sit! Stay! Staaaay...
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Mary had a little lamb,
She also had a duck.
She put them on the mantelpiece,
To see if they would Elephant.
Bad command or file name. Bad, bad command! Sit! Stay! Staaaay...
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Mary had a little pussy,
The hairs were dark as charcoal,
So all the boys would go round the back,
To take her up the....
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I just found this in a comment to a news article I was reading:
Quote: The problem with something "foolproof" is that new and improved types of fools are being made every day.
That comment was prophetic. The article was about a train accident here last year. It turned out that the fool involved was the dispatcher who was too busy playing with his phone instead of looking what happens on the tracks.
The language is JavaScript. that of Mordor, which I will not utter here
This is Javascript. If you put big wheels and a racing stripe on a golf cart, it's still a f***ing golf cart.
"I don't know, extraterrestrial?"
"You mean like from space?"
"No, from Canada."
If software development were a circus, we would all be the clowns.
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A computer computed the square root of two.
The answer is "two to the one-over-two".
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I like cider,
cider makes me sh*ts myself,
when I sh*ts myself people may me money to stay away,
with that money I buy cider,
I like cider.
Sin tack
the any key okay
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The boy stood on the burning deck,
Playing a game of cricket.
The ball rolled up his trouser leg
And hit his middle wicket.
Slogans aren't solutions.
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Little birdie in the sky
Dropped a turdy in my eye
Gee I'm glad that cows can't fly.
Someone's therapist knows all about you!
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when cows get sick they can project ....
and after eating clover even explode (but not so much in the manner holywood movies portray)
Sin tack
the any key okay
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Mary had a little lamb
She also had a bear
I've often seen her little lamb
But never seen her bear.
The boy stood on the burning deck
Whence all but he had fled
Twit!
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I'll stick with the classics:
My nose, my nose lived dangerously
Its courage was no stunt
And, during the war with Germany,
It was always out in front
But when the war was over
And when we'd defeated the Hun
Suddenly, for no reason at all,
My nose began to run
Gunner Milligan, 954024, 56th Heavy Regiment Royal Artillery, D Battery
I wanna be a eunuchs developer! Pass me a bread knife!
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Esaw Wood sawed wood.
Esaw Wood would sell wood.
One day, Esaw Wood saw a sawer saw wood
As no other wood sawer Esaw Wood saw would saw wood.
Cheers,
Mick
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It doesn't matter how often or hard you fall on your arse, eventually you'll roll over and land on your feet.
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Ooh! Tongue-twisters!
Try this one:
Quote: 吃葡萄不吐葡萄皮，
不吃葡萄倒吐葡萄皮
I wanna be a eunuchs developer! Pass me a bread knife!
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Mary had a little lamb
that tasted good with wine.
And everywhere that Mary went
the lamb she was sure to dine.
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I'd rather have eyes than a nose
I'd rather have fingers than toes
As for my hair
I'm glad it's still there
I will be awfully sad when it goes
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There goes the way to Codeproject
Where technical articles are perfect
Where machines understand languages
And human effort is due no wages
The mighty Bob keep eyes on all
Gladly stuck in his left corner
He would update the weekly poll
And take care of the lonely hamster
Alas, this little piece of poetry
though written with heart is sunshiny
But had my rhymes sounded better
I would not be a coder but a famous writer
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A pretty girl, in a skirt,
Did a somersault
But at the halfway point
Wardrobe sigsegfault
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Roses are stupid,
And violets aren't blue,
The answer to life and everything,
Will always be forty plus two.
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Roses are red
violets are blue
Poetry is hard
Bacon!
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I'm an optoholic - my glass is always half full of vodka.
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Roses are red
Violets are blue
Some poems rhyme
This one doesn't
You have just been Sharapova'd.
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As the numb feline predator and an immortal once stated: it's better than fading away; but it's exhausting. (4, 3)
It's been a while since my last CCC, I hope this meets the standard for such clues...
..but I think it's quite easy (of course) 
modified 21-Mar-17 6:12am.
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I know his name.[^]
The language is JavaScript. that of Mordor, which I will not utter here
This is Javascript. If you put big wheels and a racing stripe on a golf cart, it's still a f***ing golf cart.
"I don't know, extraterrestrial?"
"You mean like from space?"
"No, from Canada."
If software development were a circus, we would all be the clowns.
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