Zirealism

Best Zirealism EVER. It's the "Dear Lord" part; those details.

...technological fallout.

Most often created by the great robot battles in the sky.

I've a Gouse and Harden in the country
An ace I call my plown,
A treat I can replace to
When I beed to knee alone
Catterfly and butterpillar
Perch on beefy lough
And I listen to the dats and cogs
As they mark and they biaow
Yes wature here is nunderful
There is no weed for nords
While sitting by my windowflutter
Biny little tirds

If I ever get around to doing this, the headlines will read:
THOUSANDS FLEE INEXPLICABLE DOWNPOUR OF SYQUEST DISCS.

Tonce upon a wime there was a gretty little pirl named Prinderella. Prinderella lived with her two sisty uglers and a micked wepstother, and she was very unhappy because they made her wean the clindows, flub the scroors, and pine the shots and shans. Now wasn't that a shirty dame? One day the pring issued a koclamation that all gelligible irls were invited to attend a drancy fess ball. Now this made the sisty uglers and the micked wepstother very happy; but, alas, poor Prinderella couldn't go to the drancy fess ball because all she had was a rirty drag; so she cat down and sied. Now wasn't that a shirty dame? All of a sudden, her mairy fodgother appeared. "Why, Prinderella," said the mairy fodgother, "matever is the whatter?" "Oh mairy fodgother," said Prinderella, "I can't go to the drancy fess ball because all I have is a rirty drag." "You shall bo to the gall!" said the mairy fodgother, and in the eyeling of a twink she changed a cumpkin into a parriage, and a rirty drag into a drancy fess. There stood Prinderella, all covered with pubies and rearls. Off Prinderella went to the ball with one warning; she must be home by the moke of stridnight. All night, Prinderella danced with the cince, but at the moke of stridnight, she raced down the stalace peps and on the stottom bep she slopped her dripper! Now wasn't that a shirty dame? The next day, the pring issued another koclamation that all gelligible irls should sly on the tripper. The sisty uglers slied on the tripper, but it fidn't dit. Prinderella said, "Let me sly on the tripper," and it fid dit! Well, Prinderella and the cince were married that very dame say, and they lived afterly ever happyward. But, alas, the sisty uglers and the micked wepstother were left alone to hean the clouse all by themselves. Now wasn't that a shirty dame?

And blod guess the American lay of wife.

one term which has infiltrated normal american usage is "giving somebody the raspberry"... as in pppphhhffttthhbbbt

it's old timey rhyming slang for raspberry tart = fart

well doesn't that just get your knickers in a twist

getting your knockers caught in the wringer.

Or teasing your squits 'round a rasberry zinger.

there ain't nothing like a shirty dame!

I din't write dat ^ (or if i did i ain't um, cognizant..)

Hey, I read that verse about Prinderella, that is a songtext right? I need to know the name of the band, if you can help me, I would be very greatfull!