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Post by Neko Bazu on Jan 10, 2007 14:47:01 GMT -1
Yey, I'm reminiscent of a weird poet. My life's ambition is complete You do realise that this means, after JJ being your bitch and possibly the fancy dress do, you have no more reason to live and should thus kill yourself? ...well, unless you decide to just stick around and inflict your newly-found wanton misery on the world just to spite it
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Post by Mrs H on Jan 10, 2007 14:48:46 GMT -1
Yey, I'm reminiscent of a weird poet. My life's ambition is complete You do realise that this means, after JJ being your bitch and possibly the fancy dress do, you have no more reason to live and should thus kill yourself? ...well, unless you decide to just stick around and inflict your newly-found wanton misery on the world just to spite it Well seen as Morrisey has taken a happier direction there is a void to be filled.
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Post by Mrs H on Jan 10, 2007 14:49:20 GMT -1
Or it would make my posts and poems priceless if I topped myself!
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Post by gt on Jan 10, 2007 14:52:02 GMT -1
Oh tell me why my lovely feline Is so unable to expel optical saline When he was five, he toyed with a hive A fearsome gold and black Apoidea Did sting him ‘twixt whisker and left ear Alas now his once flowing tearduct, is quite simply fucked
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Post by Neko Bazu on Jan 10, 2007 14:52:50 GMT -1
True; we could sell them on and raise a fortune, having the biggest party in history in your honour!
So, is it to be gas, cyanide or the noose? I hear that's in fashion now!
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Post by jh1980 on Jan 10, 2007 14:53:59 GMT -1
Oh tell me why my lovely feline Is so unable to expel optical saline When he was five, he toyed with a hive A fearsome gold and black Apoidea Did sting him ‘twixt whisker and left ear Alas now his once flowing tearduct, is quite simply fucked 2 comments: 1) What's an Apoidea? 2) 'Tis a work of tragic beauty, nay, and genius!
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Post by Mrs H on Jan 10, 2007 14:55:32 GMT -1
Oh tell me why my lovely feline Is so unable to expel optical saline When he was five, he toyed with a hive A fearsome gold and black Apoidea Did sting him ‘twixt whisker and left ear Alas now his once flowing tearduct, is quite simply fucked Poor kitty. I feel bad for it now. Good work though chap ;D
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Post by Neko Bazu on Jan 10, 2007 14:55:33 GMT -1
Fantastic poem, GT ;D
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Post by Mrs H on Jan 10, 2007 14:56:59 GMT -1
True; we could sell them on and raise a fortune, having the biggest party in history in your honour! So, is it to be gas, cyanide or the noose? I hear that's in fashion now! I think slashed by my own razor sharp wit and bled dry like a bit of kosher meat.
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Post by Neko Bazu on Jan 10, 2007 14:58:56 GMT -1
*totally doesn't steal from Spike Milligan*
I'm trying to write the longest first line that poetry has ever had For a start that wasn’t bad, Now here comes a longer Oneeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee I know I cheated: It was the only way I could avoid being defeated.
I'm going to plint an apple tree Not plint, I mean to plant, You cannot plint an apple tree You cint, I mean you can't. I mean you plant You do not plint And I mean can't When I say cint But if you insist and plint a tree Ipples will grow, not apples you see?
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Post by The Lucky C on Jan 10, 2007 15:09:21 GMT -1
Where are you, yellow warrior? A ballard to Henry's Cat
There he was all yellow and proud, A cartoon not drawn by a yank Weekday afternoons he brought kids joy And birthday cards from Woolwich bank
But kids these days are now deprived The TV he is sadly no longer on It is a shame, other shows he could invade Henriso would be a great Pokemon
With his friends of strange colour, Policeman, Rabbit, Pig, Dog and Rat He entertained the youth of the 80's But sadly never made it onto sat(ellite)
And so Henry left us But fear not, he did not flee His adventures can be relived They've released the DVD
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Post by gt on Jan 10, 2007 15:09:56 GMT -1
Oh tell me why my lovely feline Is so unable to expel optical saline When he was five, he toyed with a hive A fearsome gold and black Apoidea Did sting him ‘twixt whisker and left ear Alas now his once flowing tearduct, is quite simply fucked 2 comments: 1) What's an Apoidea? 2) 'Tis a work of tragic beauty, nay, and genius! It’s a bee, essentially
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Post by Mrs H on Jan 10, 2007 15:14:44 GMT -1
Where are you, yellow warrior?A ballard to Henry's CatThere he was all yellow and proud, A cartoon not drawn by a yank Weekday afternoons he brought kids joy And birthday cards from Woolwich bank But kids these days are now deprived The TV he is sadly no longer on It is a shame, other shows he could invade Henriso would be a great Pokemon With his friends of strange colour, Policeman, Rabbit, Pig, Dog and Rat He entertained the youth of the 80's But sadly never made it onto sat(ellite) And so Henry left us But fear not, he did not flee His adventures can be relived They've released the DVD Lucky for Poet Laureate ;D
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Post by The Lucky C on Jan 10, 2007 15:15:45 GMT -1
hooray! praise at last! ;D
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Post by Mrs H on Jan 10, 2007 15:21:28 GMT -1
hooray! praise at last! ;D Henry's Cat was fucking awesome lol ;D
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Post by Stan on Jan 10, 2007 15:23:02 GMT -1
hooray! praise at last! ;D Henry's Cat was fucking awesome lol ;D Meeoooooooowwwwww
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Post by Mrs H on Jan 10, 2007 15:25:29 GMT -1
Henry's Cat was fucking awesome lol ;D Meeoooooooowwwwww du du du du dud du du dooo doo do doo do do di di di di di di di ;D
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Post by jh1980 on Jan 11, 2007 8:44:18 GMT -1
Morning H.
My whimsical poem is done, written when it was late, and I was tired. Hence it comes on very much like Snoop Dogg on the tinned products...
I'm a one who likes the Tuna It's way better than Lamb Bhuna John West is the best and it stands the test Yeh it comes in a can I'll admit I'm a fan You can't beat it with pasta or bread <break it down>
Said "word" to my bro Jay-double-Yew He the man with the plan Fo' all kind of tinned food With the salmon to the tuna to the mackerel You know it's the dogs, don't be no fool! Yeah I'm a man who likes the tuna It's way way better than a dodgy Lamb Bhuna John West is the best and it stands the test Sing it!
Na, Na-na-na-na, Na-na-na-na, Na-na-na, Na-na-na...
Now don't you dance wit' no tin openers They have sharp teeth, can hurt your nose Jus' put 'em down when you start to dance Like a DJ on the mic in the south of France. Put the cannies down when you're in a trance It ain't wise to get strapped when you're on the prance Heed my words all the boys and girls.
Yes I'm a man who likes the tuna It's way way better than a dodgy Lamb Bhuna <repeat to fade>
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Post by Mrs H on Jan 11, 2007 8:49:06 GMT -1
Morning Jules. I'm not down with the rap. Is this what could be described as ill?
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Post by jh1980 on Jan 11, 2007 8:52:55 GMT -1
Morning Jules. I'm not down with the rap. Is this what could be described as ill? Don't tell me I have to do another one! If you like Shippers' "Pocket Monkey" this is the same sort of idea... just don't try to imagine me in a reversed baseball cap with a novelty clock on a chain round my neck...
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