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Post by Rai Chiller on Aug 6, 2010 20:52:40 GMT -6
Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!
Poems are like frogs they are sweaty like fogs they reminds me of marogs that look like togs I like to jog Jogging is healthy. So so so healthy so healthy it makes you wealthy Wealthiness is healthy Just like Wealthy What are you looking at? I do not look like a cat with a hat that lives with a rat on top of a mat Speaking of Matt, I heard he eats apples. ---------------------------------------------------------- Poem #2
Teh lulz oh ye lulz how we yearn for teh lulz but what if the lulz were kicked in the ballz for more epic lolz I think it is a fair tradeolz. But anyway have you heard of young Jessi McSlaughter? I heard she was the daughter of Yosamite Sam's er... Waiter. Much backtracing to be had with young Jessi's dad But shit he just called the cyber police, and the consequences shall never be the same. [/center]
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Post by Veta on Aug 7, 2010 0:21:22 GMT -6
Wtf is this shit I can't even make a sense of it. Start talking sense, chap! Or go away elsewhere and fap.
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Post by Rai Chiller on Aug 7, 2010 2:17:26 GMT -6
There was a Mexican named Veta, Whose llama was abducted by PETA, He jumped on a train, was transported to Maine, And was killed by a transvestite named Rita.
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Post by Veta on Aug 7, 2010 3:41:21 GMT -6
Merchants of the three, unite! Together, the world shall see the light! All that needs to be done to bloom Is to merge the Holy Trinity of Doom. Pray tell, dear Merchant, What will happen, and spill it, before I rant.
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Post by PirateWolf12 on Aug 7, 2010 22:39:43 GMT -6
Oh Roger Did you hear that? Oh Roger You were engraved on my heart-ie I saw you at that party Your hair was blue And I thought you were a Jew So that means you were probably loaded
Hello Roger Did you hear that? Hello Roger! I tried to speak, but all I did was mutter I told my friends, and they said go for it. I tried finding you throughout the party In my outfit that made me look a little tarty
I searched room to room My heart going boom, boom Smelling you out Looking for my love, Roger. Did you hear that? My love Roger, engraved on my heart And I opened that door.
And when I saw you kissing Tbone My heart, it shattered And my eyes, they flooded And when I tried to speak, I st-uttered And Rai and Kong were like “whatever You'll find someone better His eyes and lips were way too close together And we never even liked him from the start And now he's with that tart And I heard he did some really nasty stuff Down in the park with Cogs He said he's easy And if Roger is really that sleazy Then he ain't worth your time and he also smells like hobo urine.”
For a week I cried, and moaned. My friends thought I was dead I never picked up the phone I wish I could have said The reasons why I loved you. Did you hear that? No, no you didn’t Well I cried and cried Until I knew it was enough. And that’s why I drowned you in that vat of acid. After killing your family and stuff
Sorry Roger. But next time you should have posted a reply on my Wyoming story. Bitch.
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Post by Rai Chiller on Aug 8, 2010 0:42:21 GMT -6
COGS to the world!
Twas a foggy afternoon... When the COGS was born... Not a single bird sang that morning.
"Curious" Said the doctor "Outrageous!" Said the father "Why the fuck do you all care about birds" Quipped the mother
She was clearly in labor
"Fuck! Get the knife!"
Doctors rushed everywhere Confetti bursted through the air and puppies where thrown out the windows.
On the television outside, patients were playing Mortal Kombat. Blood poured out on the screen. The nurse puked all over a man with a walrus mustache. He proceeded to smash the nurse into a comatose state
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"Doctor! Doctor! A nurse was coma'd outside!" The doctor turned around. He was halfway through the labor He ran out the door
The mother began gurgling vulgar words, as the father began punching the wall "We need a doctar." "But how?" "I don't know." "That's not poetic." "Fuck, you're right. Uh... Tick." "Poetic rhymes with tick? I suppose." "Cunt! You messed up my uh... Nose." "Good rhyme." "Yeah yeah." "FUCK MY UTERUS HURTS."
The father scrambled to find a doctor quickly The doctor was outside... Playing Mortal Kombat. The nurse was still in a koma.
"DOCTOOOOOR" "lolwat" "Get mah babeh." "Lolkay" "Fucking rhyme dude, this is a poem." "Fuck your poem I'm a doctor."
The doctor rushed in The doctor was in Another moment passed... in? Yeah yeah, I'm trying to rhymin.
The doctor screeched at the mother; "PUSH" Screamed the doctor "GUSH" Screamed the father "RUSH" Screamed the band member "KUSH" Screamed the ice cream vender "MUSH" Screamed the dog tamer
The poem was complete The babeh was born.
"COGS haz arrived."
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Post by PirateWolf12 on Aug 10, 2010 18:12:47 GMT -6
<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 Do you see? Moment of honesty Someone's gotta take the lead tonight Whose it gonna be? I'm gonna sit right here And tell you all that comes to me If you have something to say You should say it right now
You give me a feeling that I never felt before And I deserve it It's becoming something that's impossible to ignore And I can't take it
I was wondering maybe Could I make you my baby? If we do the unthinkable, would it make us look crazy? If you ask me I'm ready
I'm under your spell How else could it be Anyone would notice me? It's magic, I can tell How you set me free Brought me out so easily
You know that I want you, B (Hot like frog leg stew) You know that I need you, B (As bitter as chilled snail soup) I want it bad Bad romance
My love, oh I love, even if you're no BEYONCE, BEYONCE, OH MY GOD I LOVE BEYONCE You're still my number one
I'm under your spell Nothing I can do You just took my soul with you You worked your charm so well Finally, I knew Everything I dreamed was true
The moon to the tide I can feel you inside I'm under your spell Surging like the sea Pulled to you so helplessly I break with every swell Lost in ecstasy Spread over my Basil leaf
You make me feel shiny and new. You make me feel a little askew You make me, yeah you make me feel like a virgin Touched for the very first time You make me believe 'Cause you make me COOOM-plete You make me COOOM-plete You make me COOOM-plete You make me COOOM-plete
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Post by PirateWolf12 on Aug 10, 2010 21:44:22 GMT -6
Fuck off, bitch! Our poems are beautiful!
And that's not how you spell "gruesomely" you skank! Nor should it have been capitalized. And your first line is six syllables instead of five. God, everything about you is exhausting! Bitch!
You're banned from the UM for life until you learn how beautiful our poetry is. ROAR BITCH!
EDIT: DELETE YOUR POSTS ALL YOU WANT!
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Post by Mercury (HG) on Aug 10, 2010 22:16:47 GMT -6
Okay fine, you guys win But if I am banned, Ill call upon my kin To make a suit made of your skin. So poetry has been redeemed. looking back I was creamed And Haiku Sucks...eemd Bottom line, I'm sorry. And Aussie is gay. Now with the UM, can I play?
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Post by PirateWolf12 on Aug 10, 2010 22:19:04 GMT -6
No. Santana says fuck off and die!
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Post by Veta on Aug 19, 2010 14:01:29 GMT -6
Ladies and gentleman, worship the man who wrote this, I want your insane, I want your madness I want your little mind as long as it's lost I want your cheese. Cheese, cheese, cheese, I want your cheese. I want your eyeballs, with a slice of rye I want your hands, your ears; with a piece of pie I want your cheese. Keys, fleas, peas, I want your cheese. Sheogorath wants you Sheogorath needs you I want it mad, mad romance. I want your crazy, I want sweet revenge You through me could defeat Jyggalag I want chaos, and chaos avenged You and me could write a mad romance Oh, caught in a mad romance.
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Post by Rai Chiller on Aug 19, 2010 18:10:09 GMT -6
Ghostzzzzzz... By: Emo poem author #43 ళ_ళ i has a luv of ghostzzzzzz... they tell meh things at night, about death... it sounds so emo, i cried... but then i died... THE END Finger snaps plz
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Post by PirateWolf12 on Sept 10, 2010 22:57:25 GMT -6
Mister Rai the Merchant, That's what he is to the world outside, that's the name he carries with pride.
I'm just lately Aussie, not very much to the world I know, all these years with nothing to show.
I've boned Calis, I've raised some dead, but on the whole I haven’t wed. I like voodoo, I'm good at bitin' lead but who am I? Now I reply that…
I'm the Mister! I will be his Mister! Mr. Aussie Pirouette St. Wolf de Glace Merchant.
What's the point of loving, I mean except for the sweaty part? What's the point of losing your heart? Maybe if your lucky, being a pair make's you twice as tall, maybe you're not losing much at all?
No need to cover up my heart, plus I'll say "see above re: sweaty part". So maybe your love is pretty smart, then so I am! I found my guy!
And I'll be Mister, I will be his Mister. Mr. Aussie lame ass made up pretentious name-Merchant
We'll never part, not if we can, and if we start then here's my plan I'll show him what bliss is, welcome him with disses 'cause this is a Mister who knows Rai-i-i-i-i
He's my Merchant and he's awfully swell and it makes financial sense as well! Although he can be… I'll never tell just stand aside, here comes more of my pride!
I'll be Mister, I will be Rai’s mister. I will be-
*is stabbed*
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