| Re: Digging A Grave by Billy Biff-Chin |
4-Feb-04/3:40 AM |
Just when you think that the dross posted on this site couldn't get any worse! Along comes Billy Biff-Chin (whoever he may be - what a stupid name!) and posts this utter garbage.
I suggest you add the following lines to the end of the first verse:
There's not much I can add
Except that my brother's name is Brad
We like to call him Brad the Cad
As he's been known to suck my chad
I always run to tell my dad
He says "Well, you're trouble, lad"
So I run off to my small pad
It's radical (or, as I say, "rad")
I've redecorated - well, just a tad
With a portrait of the Impaler, Vlad
I've only got one blue knee pad
I took it to the old launch pad
And ran into Juanita from Mossad
She suggested I use a mouse pad
For my other knee as they do in Riyadh
I confiscated her sketch pad
And placed a large newspaper ad
To find a woman, scantily clad,
To run off with to the capital of Chad
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| Re: Steve Irwin by Bobjim |
4-Feb-04/6:27 AM |
I would change the "Till" to "Until".
But that's because I'm a colossal arse.
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| Re: Emily Mae by horus8 |
4-Feb-04/6:28 AM |
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You always remind me of William Burroughs when you produce these repetitive dribbles of addled sputum. Well done! -10-
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| Re: Serendipity (title suggestions wanted) by SupremeDreamer |
9-Feb-04/6:21 AM |
TITLE SUGGESTIONS
1. SupremeDreamer is Astonishingly Dim-Witted
2. SupremeDreamer is Amazingly Thick
3. SupremeDreamer is a Mega-Dunce
Blessed with 10, you shit stain!!!!!!!11
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| regarding some deleted poem... |
9-Feb-04/6:26 AM |
1. It's like ray-ee-ayn on your wedding day.
2. It's a free righ-ee-ide when you've already paid.
3. It's also like 10,000 spoons when all you need is a knife.
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| Re: Broken bridge by That One |
9-Feb-04/6:29 AM |
"Watch your mouth, you slag," I said, and caught her with a right-hook. She fell to the ground in an instant. I kicked her in the kidneys.
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| Re: In crowd by That One |
9-Feb-04/6:30 AM |
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If you remove the pointless gaps and the arbitrary line breaks, you end up with the following sentence: "I wish I was part of the in crowd." And that's not a poem; it's just a moronic sentiment. Well done! -10-
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| Re: My heart had a war...no body won by sonawrote |
9-Feb-04/6:31 AM |
This is almost as good as the poetry of Crystal Lane Shit!!!!111
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| regarding some deleted poem... |
9-Feb-04/6:32 AM |
A dog could not be less enthralled.
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| Re: Secrets by gouvchick |
9-Feb-04/6:34 AM |
You're a useless pile of stinking old-lady shit.
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9-Feb-04/6:34 AM |
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| Re: Exciting Beer by peaceseeker |
9-Feb-04/6:36 AM |
And here's to you, Mrs Robinson.
Jesus loves you more than you could know.
Whoa-oh-oh!!1
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| Re: Love that's not true or double-sided by fevriere |
9-Feb-04/6:38 AM |
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| Re: The Upside-Down Frown by fevriere |
9-Feb-04/6:39 AM |
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9-Feb-04/8:13 AM |
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| regarding some deleted poem... |
3-Mar-04/6:20 AM |
WTF mo fo?
Rock over London
Rock on Chicago
Shell. It's the world's best selling gasoline.
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| regarding some deleted poem... |
3-Mar-04/6:23 AM |
I hope I'm not being presumptious, but I thought you might like a little help with a re-write.
Swing-set; buttercups survive;
at the edge; of those; dirty scars;
she too; thrived beautifully;
in; the shadow; of obliteration.
There is something; to be said; for borrowed time -
the flower; has no knowledge of; footfalls,
except for perhaps;
the; last one.
In the; years before; first grade;
she already had so many dreams -
an apron-full; by the time she was four.
She would; whisper small; songs to them,
cradling them, yet; skipping â
never considering they might
tumble; out.
And when; they did;
in the; first week of; her fifth year
she never spoke;
of dreams;
again.
What happened; is not important,
so much as it did not; kill her,
nor; really,
did it often make; her; wish it had.
Sheâs learned to live; in the unlikely places,
in the cracks within stone;
where; she has; what she needs.
Just; enough soil; to call home,
a little rain to quench; her thirsts,
sun so; the; shadows may follow -
and; lots; of; time.
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| Re: Sages by meektiger15 |
3-Mar-04/6:46 AM |
I suggest you capitalise the rhyming words - like this:
The war begins with the SAGES
They want the world to end, stealing peasants souls and making WAGES
They never have any CARE
About the peasants, war or even their family: all they do is stay in their LAIR
They have the key but they do not use IT
It could save the SHIT
They got bored and killed everyone in their PATH
They had no sympathy for all those who got in their way suffored their WRATH
They couldnt see they began the WAR
And made it come to an end; they just took their LORE
And have never been seen AGAIN
Because they are all INSANE and snort COCAINE and COMPLAIN about headaches in the BRAIN caused by a ruptured internal cerebral VEIN
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| regarding some deleted poem... |
3-Mar-04/6:49 AM |
Yo mo fo
RAWKMAGE SUCKS A MALE CAMEL'S SHITTY ASS
Rock over London
Rock on Chicago
Sprint. Be there now.
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| Re: Lunacy by wFraser Allonby Q.C.w |
3-Mar-04/6:50 AM |
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Hey guys! Crytsal Lane Swift here! I think this poem's like totally awesome and I give it -10-
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