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Posted: Mon Nov 28, 2005 6:12 pm
by kateliz
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.
Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2005 2:09 am
by Forge
The Lord Bob will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger for forgetting my birthday.
Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2005 3:25 am
by Believer
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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Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2005 9:40 am
by kateliz
What??? No comment on my poem?!?! What kind of conspiracy is going on here anyway???
Geez. (
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Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2005 11:11 am
by BGoodForGoodSake
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.
Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2005 11:57 am
by stjimmythepunk
I'm 67890 and 2/3
Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2005 5:19 pm
by BGoodForGoodSake
stjimmythepunk wrote:I'm 67890 and 2/3
That's quite old for a punk.
Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2005 1:36 am
by Forge
Punks never die, they just become janitors.
Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2005 9:44 pm
by beckyandretti
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?
Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2005 9:56 pm
by BGoodForGoodSake
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?
Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2005 9:56 pm
by Forge
Good enough. I brought back birthday cake to my dorm! I am happy!