How old is everybody?

kateliz · Post by **kateliz** » Mon Nov 28, 2005 6:12 pm

BGood likes to rhyme.
And it is a crime.
He scares awake the dead.
Now they're at my bed.
They threaten me with Jello,
Don't even tell me, "Hello".
I don't think that they're nice,
And that is a vice.
You see they're really ticked,
BGood's boogers they have picked.
And they weren't too yummy,
They were kinda crummy.
They take it out on me,
By the Sycamore tree.
BGood, I am pleeding,
And now look! I'm bleeding!
No more of your rhymes,
Join the Force of Mimes!
And my life you'd spare,
If you even care.

Forge · Post by **Forge** » Tue Nov 29, 2005 2:09 am

The Lord Bob will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger for forgetting my birthday.

Believer · Post by **Believer** » Tue Nov 29, 2005 3:25 am

Forge wrote:The Lord Bob will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger for forgetting my birthday.

Um, ahhh, sorry Lord Bob, haaappppyyyy biirrthhhdayyy

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kateliz · Post by **kateliz** » Tue Nov 29, 2005 9:40 am

What??? No comment on my poem?!?! What kind of conspiracy is going on here anyway???

Geez. (

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BGoodForGoodSake · Post by **BGoodForGoodSake** » Tue Nov 29, 2005 11:11 am

kateliz wrote:BGood likes to rhyme.
And it is a crime.
He scares awake the dead.
Now they're at my bed.
They threaten me with Jello,
Don't even tell me, "Hello".
I don't think that they're nice,
And that is a vice.
You see they're really ticked,
BGood's boogers they have picked.
And they weren't too yummy,
They were kinda crummy.
They take it out on me,
By the Sycamore tree.
BGood, I am pleeding,
And now look! I'm bleeding!
No more of your rhymes,
Join the Force of Mimes!
And my life you'd spare,
If you even care.

Perhaps you would prefer the poetic prose of Homer's Illiad.
Ancient tales of heros and heroines long dead.
Names etched in stone so long ago we only remember as if it were a dream.
The faces a forest of strangers we have never before laid our eyes upon.
Until this fateful day, when fair kateliz closed the door on my fellows cadence and vowel-chime.
The dead like a pack of wolves threaten to envelop her by the Sycamore tree.
The rhyming crimes of others pales in comparison to this gruesome scene, so for your well being I shall speaketh no more.

stjimmythepunk · Post by **stjimmythepunk** » Fri Dec 09, 2005 11:57 am

I'm 67890 and 2/3

BGoodForGoodSake · Post by **BGoodForGoodSake** » Fri Dec 09, 2005 5:19 pm

stjimmythepunk wrote:I'm 67890 and 2/3

That's quite old for a punk.

Forge · Post by **Forge** » Sun Dec 11, 2005 1:36 am

Punks never die, they just become janitors.

beckyandretti · Post by **beckyandretti** » Sun Dec 11, 2005 9:44 pm

Forge wrote:The Lord Bob will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger for forgetting my birthday.

So how was your birthday Forge?

BGoodForGoodSake · Post by **BGoodForGoodSake** » Sun Dec 11, 2005 9:56 pm

beckyandretti wrote:
Forge wrote:The Lord Bob will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger for forgetting my birthday.
So how was your birthday Forge?

Did you get any good presents?

Forge · Post by **Forge** » Sun Dec 11, 2005 9:56 pm

Good enough. I brought back birthday cake to my dorm! I am happy!