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This is a page of Titles and nickames I have aquired over the years
If I have left any out, or those of you who know me have more, put then into your guestbook entry, and I will add them here.


Fatso: the first nickname
 

Here they are:
Caesar
Caesar pie
Caesar pooh
Caesar, King of the Italians
Super Caesar
Pimpin' Caesar
Cheese Man
Cheese Boy
Naked Boy
Duck Boy
Bike Boy
Coconut Boy
Monkey Boy
Muscle Boy
Swing Boy
Ring Boy™
Ahoyhoyboy
White Boy Legend
Frank
Bob
Mikey
The White Kid
Dancin' Foo
Pirate King
Cheese King
Brando
Brandone (bran-doe-nay)
Brandoneth (bran-don-eth)
Superman
Mafia
Prince of Cheese
Popeye
Mr. Clean
Fruit (sigh...)
Stinka
Mr. Special
Mr. MO
The Blur

Short Poems:
There once was a man with a cat, who ate the man's favorite rat. Well he skinned that cat, curred the skin in the vat, and made himself a guitar. -Yep, you guessed it, that one was all Me. (actually, these are all of the top of my head)

Roses are red, Sugar is sweet, A wise man once said, It is not good to cheat.

Honey.
Sweet Honey.
Bee Expectorant.
Pure Sweet Flowery Goodness.
Honey.

Ode to My Wooden Duck:Though you are wood, I still like you a lot.

(This is the next poem, the Ode is over) At one time, there were a lot of rats. Now there are a lot of ferrets, and few rats. I wonder, what happened to the rats?

Oh, that I were a capibara.
Oh, the joy that is wading through swamp and marsh, with a mere anaconda your only foe.
Oh, the exstacy of swamp weeds at sunrise.
Oh, that I were a capibara.

Cheese of my heart, speak softly to me.
Your presence eases all.
Cheese of my soul, look fondly on me.
For thee, o'er mountains I'd crawl.

Holy Cheese, Batman!

Beaten by kindness, Ransacked by love, tormented by sweet words of comfort. Though surrounded by consolation, No solace to be found, solitude is my peace.

More poems to come..... }:D






If I have left any titles or nicknames out, or those of you who know me have more, put them in your guestbook entry, and I will add them to the list. };P


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