It went something like this :
I’m not shy
I’m not coy
There’s a few thousand miles
Between me and the boy
He’s already seen my cyber t**ts ( . ) ( . )
But he aint never gonna see my wobbly bits
I’ve got hair on my back and hair on my chin
So he’ll have no trouble in reeling me in
BTW, where IS Friday?
The rules for this thread is that your comments must rhyme; either with your own lines or with what someone else has said. And don't be lazy! Have a go!
Posted by
ellipse, around September 2005:
no?
Posted by
WarHead, around September 2005:
She's just being a tit.
I happened to think it was brilliant wit.
Sul, if I remember correctly I wrote it for you
It was during the time I was being a silly moo
Posted by
Brock, around September 2005:
It isn't all that funny,
of that you can be sure,
because, like snot is runny,
your humour's very poor.
Syl, please don't remind me, I've barely recovered,
The thought nearly has me coming out of the cupboard.
Dont get me wrong, I'm sure you're a doll,
But there's no way I'm going anwhere near your hole.
HA!HA!HA! I see you're still on form
But being so nasty is not really your norm
What am I thinking, you're mean as hell
Why I have missed you I really can't tell
Posted by
Brock, around September 2005:
strange..
a la duck?
Posted by
WarHead, around September 2005:
Those last posts made so little sense
I tend to think you're all quite dense
should that be "had" or is it in the correct tense?
an uptight prostitute
name of hortense
found herself destitute
holding no pence
Alas, the dark peat has covered the land,
The bog, the flax dam,
Like my father, poised, upon a roof
His shovel held high,
Fell, like a descending leaf,
a graceful descent, above the bog
Eaten by a bear.
His spade, now, lies rusty and old,
i stoop, to pick my pen,
From the wet peat.
The slap of sod onto the earth,
The taste of potatoes,
The bottle of elderly gin on my windowsill.
i turn and write. To set the ground
Shaking. a comet passes. But i do not see.
Tonight, i shall go to the Bee Hive.
No longer a place for honey,
But a pub. We shall drink there tonight.
Although i am broke. And must scrounge drinks
From my kindly friends. Surely one day
Someone shall give me a job. But for now, i turn
Take up the spade, and dig.
i think that i shall never see
nuffink like doc's poetry
Incredibly insightful
Downright delightful
Hang on a minute, that doesn't rhyme
You're not playing the game, you filthy lil' swine
Posted by
friday, around 26th September 2005:
Never you fear,
Friday is here!
Posted by
syl_DUPE1, around 26th September 2005:
Hello Friday!!!
Posted by
friday, around 26th September 2005:
Hello you!
Can I take a pew?
Posted by
syl_DUPE1, around 26th September 2005:
A pew? Yeah sure. But hurry, there's only a few
I will begin preaching in a minute or two
Posted by
WarHead, around 26th September 2005:
Don't bother trying to preach at me
I'm off to get a cuppa tea.
I Love Arsepuppy,
Best of all the animals!
I Love Arsepuppy,
He's me friend.
Yo it's Lucid in the house,
Ain't not gonna wake a louse,
We're taking it down to a single faust,
Yeah, that Marlowe sure knew how to spread it,
That hot butter onto the toast,
Like two rabbits coerced into spit roast,
Mama was too busy cooking,
Mama was too busy gettin' high,
Hey you! I will blist you in your one eye!
Blister! Blistered eye!
My father, above the flax dam,
His verses in his hand,
Snug like a gun,
He knows he's won,
The lobster scuttles back to the sea.
There was a man called Luke,
Who liked to smoke cock,
Round the back of the school,
With Stabba the Butt,
And Princess Lay Her,
Luke Cocksmoker was his name.
And then one day,
Hie evil robot jumped his bones,
Paul Mc Cartney,
Wiped a tear from his eye,
As Luke met Ass Do Me Too.
You'd never imagine the consequences.
A game of folded paper,
led to these two in a pool of blood.
Brick and Vic,
their minds blown,
unlike their original request.
The shrike went back to the old town and never spoke to anyone who used to know her ever again.
Posted by
syl_DUPE1, around 26th September 2005:
Wow I like your poems, Doc.
Gee WIZZ, Doc, eight months...how have you been keeping?
doc=iamcal's resident genius
Yes, I'm good.. very busy at the moment, but thought I'd pop in. I'm still about. Being a newshound and running around Brighton with kangaroo boots on...