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Title: It's the poem game. Post by: Moshman on 2005-03-22, 18:43 Here you should speak in poetic diction
it can be anything, fact or fiction. making rhymes too pass the time. it can be stupid or intelligent, it ain't no crime. Converse of topics upon this rule, if you can't rhyme, you're not a fool, try your best, don't be afraid, now show us of what your made! Title: Re: It's the poem game. Post by: Phoenix on 2005-03-23, 01:50 This topic of brief interlude
Brings mirth to the normal dull mood Though I can forsee It invites tendency To write limericks that often are crude And so I will promptly demand For any who might be at hand To keep these rhymes clean Rated PG-13 Violators will swiftly be banned! Title: Re: It's the poem game. Post by: Kajet on 2005-03-23, 06:58 Quote from: Phoenix This topic of brief interlude Just what kind of fun is that?...Brings mirth to the normal dull mood Though I can forsee It invites tendency To write limericks that often are crude And so I will promptly demand For any who might be at hand To keep these rhymes clean Rated PG-13 Violators will swiftly be banned! It beats getting hit with a bat I guess... Title: Re: It's the poem game. Post by: Lordbane2110 on 2005-03-23, 15:35 Of Rhyming and slang
there will be abound of crude talk, i doubt there will be found so lets all keep the topic flowing the idea of which shall not be going to wall where the crude doth lie toliet humour please let it pass by instead i ask upon the notion to keep it gen without commotion lets try not to stray from the verse to swear, flame or even curse so of the mod id like to say about the slippy i mainly stray the rocket launcher its does astound when it's projectiles hit the ground and now, tab's skins he's done us proud with buckshot now we'll say it loud of all the classes, stay out of our way lest the shaft should come to play Title: Re: It's the poem game. Post by: Moshman on 2005-03-23, 19:54 The shaft indeed is quite destructive
The power is strongly corruptive. but the ammo so little the shaft breif to fiddle and your boomstick is so reluctive. Title: Re: It's the poem game. Post by: Kain-Xavier on 2005-03-23, 22:41 A Haiku for j00
Pigs rolling in mud, Then we kill them and eat them. Sausage, bacon, ham... Title: Re: It's the poem game. Post by: Draco on 2005-03-31, 02:18 Chainsaw hugging, and painting walls with red.
In simplier words, you just merely dead. Fragging objects that move at such speed. Just found my rokect launcher, better take heed. Jumping and dashing, what a thrill what a thrill. Boom boom boom, I JUST GOT ANOTHER KILL! The action's intense, the battle goes on. The time limit ticking, so I sing this song. Tra la la boom bah, the bullets go a flying. I laugh in their face as my opponents are dieing. Time is almost up, better make this fast. Just fragged another guy I shot him in the *beep* Broke my record of keeping alive. Found a pool of water better take a dive. Swimming along, frantic as I go. Made it to saftey, HO HO HO! Found a BFG just sitting at my feet. Gonna get more frags man, this is such a treat! *beep* the timer's up, boy what a shame. Getting kind of bored here, this poem's really lame. Until next time my friends, I say goodbye for now. GG man GG man.......................and how! Title: Re: It's the poem game. Post by: Kain-Xavier on 2005-04-11, 07:14 Reviving a dead topic,
Is like a piece of cheese, Square-dancing its way into oblivion Title: Re: It's the poem game. Post by: Phoenix on 2005-04-11, 20:52 See the flesh that's peeled away
See the crimson, bloody spray What foul horror lies ahead In the darkness, fear, and dread? Corpses hanging from the walls Screams of pain from haunted halls At the end a pale red light Bringeth forth a horrid fright In the shadows, dark and black Cometh now from crook and crack Clicking, scraping, 'cross the ground Terror wrought with every sound Feel the presense, comes your death Stench of fear on every breath 'Midst the wretched, cold decay Corpse shall soon forever lay No escape from piercing jaws No flesh saved from tearing claws No deliverence from this beast No relenting from its feast Ends the telling of this tale Ends this life in howling wail Nevermore to leave this room Fate is sealed, met your Doom. Title: Re: It's the poem game. Post by: scalliano on 2005-04-11, 23:42 A Cyberdemon!
And I can't find my soul cube! Run, everyone, RUN!! Title: Re: It's the poem game. Post by: Moshman on 2005-04-12, 23:34 I got no life see
the police wanna relocate me drivin down the street in my cattolac, and my homies beside me coverin my back. Look where I live, downtown's got nothin to give, Passion mean nothin, my steal alls I luggin. I want outa here. Jesus's all I got for mamma's words means alot. to me. No, I'm not good boy, I used to steal others' toys, now I'm ridin in five-oh's roof, I'm inocent, but got no proof.. ============================= I tried my luck at gangster rap. :) Did pretty good seing I don't listen to it. Title: Re: It's the poem game. Post by: Phoenix on 2005-04-14, 01:11 If it can be understood
Then I'd say it's fairly good When one considers all the "bling" That's made by those who cannot sing. Title: Re: It's the poem game. Post by: Kain-Xavier on 2005-04-14, 11:51 There are many views in this world.
Of which, I know not all. I am but a man, a creature, Who craves the answer's call. Though I am young, I have oft pondered: What is the reasoning? Why have we wandered? The path is arduous And filled with trifles. Vision is obscured And comprehension stifled. Yet still I wander, Yet still I ponder, And yet, I have decided... The truth has been confided! What is the answer that has plagued? How is it that I am so crazed!?! WHY!?! I shall share... Since I so do care. No one shall know... No one shall know. Neither He, nor She! Neither They, nor you!! And most certainly, not I!!!! Title: Re: It's the poem game. Post by: Damager on 2005-05-04, 07:59 Awaiting Snapshot
wham bam, thankyou mam, plasma spam in my face, I wipe the tears from my eyes in disgrace. I used to be a quake 3 god (in my head at least) I used to never take quad (let the nooblets have it) I used to log on, lock on, aim, fire, strafe, dodge, wtfpwn you all. ('OMGPWNT') Now 56k noobs are better than this old soldier, gladiator, fighter. Llama and ageing veteran. GG. WP. they say to me; mocking me. ME?! 'WTF In my day..' I shout in anger. 'WTF i'd own you all..' I bellow in rage. '1v1 grandpa?' Came one reply, 'WTF.. Er no thanks' I'd surely die. Now this monster is searching for battle, for prime ripe pickings of high ping cattle. Grabbing every quad I can find, blasting the noobs with my BFG - from behind. I spot a player across the arena, No one else - seems to have seen her. Chat icon floating, Smiling with glee; a rocket jump across, to where I should be: Rail aimed and ready! NOTHING can stop it.. *CONNECTION INTERRUPTED* 'OMGL33t0r ate BritneySpears rocket.' Title: Re: It's the poem game. Post by: McDeth on 2005-05-04, 09:01 You Stupid bastards
Playing your silly thread games My middle fingers. Title: Re: It's the poem game. Post by: Phoenix on 2005-05-04, 17:15 The hunter swiftly stalks his prey
Peering down into the fray From above, rockets rain Ending lives, dealing pain A lone sniper lines his shot Thinks a lesson can be taught Before the trigger can he squeaze Hail of bullets, falls to his knees From behind a hissing sound Nothing there when you turn around Round and round, round once more Buckshot puts you on the floor From above, death will find you Wicked wings to terrorize you Airborn Doom descends this night Fear the Phoenix, fear his Flight. :doomed: Title: Re: It's the poem game. Post by: Moshman on 2005-05-04, 18:08 Quote from: McDeth You Stupid bastards You are like a hairy, bloody scab.Playing your silly thread games My middle fingers. Nasty, unapealing, propetual rudness in the line of sight. Everyone picks you off becaue you are ugly, or because they are embarassed to be seen with you, but you'll never stop you old sob, you'll grow back. Just a throw back of your "You can't read" comment. Oh sqis-py squirrel, Oh sqis-py squirrel, you are sqwished, and crispy, you are moshed and you are fried, you got hit and now you die. Oh sqis-py squirrel, Oh sqis-py squirrel, you are sqwished, and crispy. you are dumb, you crispified, on the power lines, you confied, Oh sqis-py squirrel, Oh sqis-py squirrel, you are sqwished, and crispy. Title: Re: It's the poem game. Post by: McDeth on 2005-05-05, 03:44 Quote from: Little Washu Quote from: McDeth You Stupid bastards You are like a hairy, bloody scab.Playing your silly thread games My middle fingers. Nasty, unapealing, propetual rudness in the line of sight. Everyone picks you off becaue you are ugly, or because they are embarassed to be seen with you, but you'll never stop you old sob, you'll grow back. Just a throw back of your "You can't read" comment. Oh sqis-py squirrel, Oh sqis-py squirrel, you are sqwished, and crispy, you are moshed and you are fried, you got hit and now you die. Oh sqis-py squirrel, Oh sqis-py squirrel, you are sqwished, and crispy. you are dumb, you crispified, on the power lines, you confied, Oh sqis-py squirrel, Oh sqis-py squirrel, you are sqwished, and crispy. and while you're at it, osculate my fundament. Title: Re: It's the poem game. Post by: Phoenix on 2005-05-05, 04:08 Certain language it is deemed
Rude, offensive, and obscene Do not repeat such I demand Or surely you shall be banned. A warning it is thus To both of you to end this fuss If escalate it does from this The offender I'll dismiss So McDeth should take to heart Words he should not end and start As to which I shall be blunt It's the one that rhymes with "punt". Washu also should now note On which things he should not dote One of which I will relate: McDeth's parental marriage state. You will surely both comply For of this I will not lie I shall not be tolerant Of backtalk or whine or rant No more of this will I squawk Just behave and watch your talk And be mindful what I sing Or the hammer I shall swing. Title: Re: It's the poem game. Post by: McDeth on 2005-05-05, 05:25 Hahahaha, this has been fun
Mahwawawa, I am done. Bird I think you made it clear, Even for all to hear, That such language is abhorred, and I'm sorry, I was bored. I reckon I shall not force your hand, 'Cause I do not wish to be banned, I can tell your mad, by your red tone BTW Washu, you've been owned. Title: Re: It's the poem game. Post by: BiGRoB85 on 2005-05-05, 05:30 Man, will I ever
Stop dropping my dual gats? It annoys me much! Title: Re: It's the poem game. Post by: Thomas Mink on 2005-05-05, 05:38 Hello I am SpAwN
I am writing a haiku I hope you like it Title: Re: It's the poem game. Post by: Moshman on 2005-05-05, 08:14 I apologize with great compassion,
I was only having fun too, for I was bored, now here ends my ration, My day has gone very bad, so I snap at hostility with feelings of mad, This is no excuse however, I should have ingnored more ever. Perhaps I have been owned, so I will pospone, further argument upon this issue. McDeth I have no futher quarrel with you, Get along we must do. No more statements of rude, futher hostility would be crude. I hold out my hand to end this debate, I hope that we can relate. Title: Re: It's the poem game. Post by: McDeth on 2005-05-06, 04:13 'Twas not a debate.
I completely owned you, burn. You will never learn. |