RANDOM POETRY from an idiot! (hell)

[Mister_T]

Originally Posted by Comet

Have at it people!!!!! This is for everybody's idiot poetry..... I'll start a thread for everybody's real poetry later on if nobody else does. POST AWAY!!!!!

Alrighty then!

I wrote this poem to my friend Jason. You see my buddy and I are always bagging on each other. This usually consists of "Yo Mama" jokes (he says my mama steals people's teeth right out of their mouths, I say his mama steals organs right out of their bodies)and telling each other that we smell funky and we're ugly. Well Jason had been writing some "fairy tales" about me while I was at work. So I decided to write him a poem in the tune of Shakespeare. Enjoy.

There once lived Jason
A man of disgrace
He bathed thrice yearly
And held sword practice on his face

Thou mother was like Robin Hood
A secret not well kept
Not robbing from the rich
But robbing livers whilst thou slept.

These abominations roamed the land
Vanishing organs was a sure bet
Lurking only at night
For Halloween was not around yet

But all was not gloom
A champion was to be brought
From the kingdom of backhands came Nick
Sir-pimps-alot

He found the gruesome twosome
Counting their loot for the day
The knight pulled out some Scope
And started throwing it their way

“Thou art funky!” He declared
“Thou smelleth like death at best”
“Fixeth thine face with a Blacksmith!”
He said as he grabbed his chest

Short and fierce the battle was
“Ye old a$$-face” had no hope
There were no swords nor shields involved
Only an armor of tic-tacs and soap

The moral of the story is
Master Nick will put you in place
For if thou writeth any more stories of him
Ye will receive another poem about thine face

[Feathers in Hair]

Originally Posted by Comet

Holy cow reply #3!!!!!
(yours truly again with a special poem for Feathersinhair)

My feet are cold, my body is wet
I swim through the cool blue water
Swimming atop the waves and rough water
That my boat makes as it sinks to the bottom of the lake

Hehee, thanks! *hugs* I'm glad I got one with a water association!

[Comet]

Originally Posted by jeffrey

The sun kisses the morning sky....... the bee kisses the butterfly...... The dew kisses the morning grass.... And you my friend can kiss... JUST JOKING!

(yours truly again with a special poem for jeffrey)

I day dream, pondering the rest of my life
I see it now, the future suddenly bright
Oh wait, those are brake lights!!!
Darn daydreams, my third car wreck this week!

[Comet]

Originally Posted by Mister_T

Alrighty then!

I wrote this poem to my friend Jason. You see my buddy and I are always bagging on each other. This usually consists of "Yo Mama" jokes (he says my mama steals people's teeth right out of their mouths, I say his mama steals organs right out of their bodies)and telling each other that we smell funky and we're ugly. Well Jason had been writing some "fairy tales" about me while I was at work. So I decided to write him a poem in the tune of Shakespeare. Enjoy.

There once lived Jason
A man of disgrace
He bathed thrice yearly
And held sword practice on his face

Thou mother was like Robin Hood
A secret not well kept
Not robbing from the rich
But robbing livers whilst thou slept.

These abominations roamed the land
Vanishing organs was a sure bet
Lurking only at night
For Halloween was not around yet

But all was not gloom
A champion was to be brought
From the kingdom of backhands came Nick
Sir-pimps-alot

He found the gruesome twosome
Counting their loot for the day
The knight pulled out some Scope
And started throwing it their way

“Thou art funky!” He declared
“Thou smelleth like death at best”
“Fixeth thine face with a Blacksmith!”
He said as he grabbed his chest

Short and fierce the battle was
“Ye old a$$-face” had no hope
There were no swords nor shields involved
Only an armor of tic-tacs and soap

The moral of the story is
Master Nick will put you in place
For if thou writeth any more stories of him
Ye will receive another poem about thine face

(yours truly again with a special poem for Mr. T)

I take a step and feel the pleasure between my toes
I reach for sturdiness but soon am overcome
I relax as the feeling to my neck becomes numb
Soon I cannot even stand
Then I realize, I'm going to die in this quicksand