Right *craccks his knuckles*We're back once again
to endure a bit more
of this poetic pain
Ten was a sinch
But you mustered up twelve
so all my nights plans
I'll now have to shelve
I'm running quite low
on things I can rhyme
but the title of champion
just has to be mine
Seems silly to play on
but you just keep replying
(I could do this for days,
see, I'm not really trying)
I wont boast that I'm better
I'll just raise you a verse
Twelves getting tough
Thirteen will be worse
I've just reached halfway
and I'll admit I'm baffled
My Rogets Thesauras
it must have been snaffled
by some errant wordsmith
(admit it was you)
who, just like me,
has nowt else to do
Eight. At last eight
What can I say here?
'Eight was a rush job
Pub Time, Need Beer'
Ignore that last verse
its a bit below par
but I'm starting to dry up
now I've reached this far
Yes its a struggle
Yes I am bored
Yes I'm aware
the whole threads been ignored
So K3rry, what say you?
Lets end it at this
Anything more would
be taking the piss
Although its been fun
and somewhat a test
I'm willing to recognise
you are the best.
Thanks for the poems
What fun its been.
This is the end
of verse thirteen
(to endure a bit more
of this poetic pain
Ten was a sinch
But you mustered up twelve
so all my nights plans
I'll now have to shelve
I'm running quite low
on things I can rhyme
but the title of champion
just has to be mine
Seems silly to play on
but you just keep replying
(I could do this for days,
see, I'm not really trying)
I wont boast that I'm better
I'll just raise you a verse
Twelves getting tough
Thirteen will be worse
I've just reached halfway
and I'll admit I'm baffled
My Rogets Thesauras
it must have been snaffled
by some errant wordsmith
(admit it was you)
who, just like me,
has nowt else to do
Eight. At last eight
What can I say here?
'Eight was a rush job
Pub Time, Need Beer'
Ignore that last verse
its a bit below par
but I'm starting to dry up
now I've reached this far
Yes its a struggle
Yes I am bored
Yes I'm aware
the whole threads been ignored
So K3rry, what say you?
Lets end it at this
Anything more would
be taking the piss
Although its been fun
and somewhat a test
I'm willing to recognise
you are the best.
Thanks for the poems
What fun its been.
This is the end
of verse thirteen
Bud Muhnquai Update your profile or fuck off,
Wed 11 Dec 2002, 20:30,
archived)
Thanks for your wordsIt's taken an age
To find a reply
Just right for this page
We must almost be taking
A meg with this thread
The poor little server
Will be doing it's head
They'll have to get Cal in
He'll be really pissed
When he has to put our bit
On a brand new hard disk
And no-one joined in
I'm glad you did ask
They've probably known
They won't match our class
I've been scratching my head
And banging my desk
To find some new rhymes
To put to the test
To see if they're working
To see if they flow
Coz Bud set the challenge
And on I must go
We talked about cooking
We talked about memes
We talked of Buds bottom
(To lower the scenes)
We bought in a furtive
The sly so and so
Bud mentioned the feat
I mentioned the Quo
I tried to reply right
The way that I should
But my "Arrrgh! The fear" verses
Were not all that good
We leap-froged each other
Six seven eight nine
The length of the poems
Got longer each time
Over a dozen's
A hard act to top
I've run out of words
My brains gone to pot
But AH! Inspiration
There's one final theme
A poetry front page
Oh what a dream!
One of these stanzas
On the front bit
(But with the length of my writing
I'd probably be hit)
To load up the front page
And it scrolls off the bottom
The mood of the people
Be probably rotten
The name Bud and K3rry
Be dragged through the mud
Their poem reviews
Will all just say "crud"
I'm glad this is bookmarked
In my Favourites file
To find it again
Would take quite a while
As we must be only
The two people who visit
This poems now history
Or then maybe, well, is it?
Beat 20 and I'll concede chap...
(To find a reply
Just right for this page
We must almost be taking
A meg with this thread
The poor little server
Will be doing it's head
They'll have to get Cal in
He'll be really pissed
When he has to put our bit
On a brand new hard disk
And no-one joined in
I'm glad you did ask
They've probably known
They won't match our class
I've been scratching my head
And banging my desk
To find some new rhymes
To put to the test
To see if they're working
To see if they flow
Coz Bud set the challenge
And on I must go
We talked about cooking
We talked about memes
We talked of Buds bottom
(To lower the scenes)
We bought in a furtive
The sly so and so
Bud mentioned the feat
I mentioned the Quo
I tried to reply right
The way that I should
But my "Arrrgh! The fear" verses
Were not all that good
We leap-froged each other
Six seven eight nine
The length of the poems
Got longer each time
Over a dozen's
A hard act to top
I've run out of words
My brains gone to pot
But AH! Inspiration
There's one final theme
A poetry front page
Oh what a dream!
One of these stanzas
On the front bit
(But with the length of my writing
I'd probably be hit)
To load up the front page
And it scrolls off the bottom
The mood of the people
Be probably rotten
The name Bud and K3rry
Be dragged through the mud
Their poem reviews
Will all just say "crud"
I'm glad this is bookmarked
In my Favourites file
To find it again
Would take quite a while
As we must be only
The two people who visit
This poems now history
Or then maybe, well, is it?
Beat 20 and I'll concede chap...
K3rry,
Wed 11 Dec 2002, 21:08,
archived)