
Who's modding was a load of old dick.
His face was all cornish
His cock was all hornish
And he'd poke it wherever it fit.
( , Thu 8 Mar 2012, 11:30, archived)

( , Thu 8 Mar 2012, 11:32, archived)

Thinks all half rhymes sound hollow.
I'll say it again:
He doesn't like them.
They fill him right up with sorrow.
( , Thu 8 Mar 2012, 11:42, archived)

More curmudgeonly than General Patton
He had a big beard
That made him look weird
Something about putting a hat on
( , Thu 8 Mar 2012, 11:35, archived)

Who, wearing nought but a hat,
Splashed out a bit
In the orchestra pit
Then ran off on his legs de la cat.
( , Thu 8 Mar 2012, 11:40, archived)

Where something he liked, we would nab it
How this story ends
Is he'd steal from his friends
Even his wife's Rampant Rabbit
( , Thu 8 Mar 2012, 11:45, archived)

Sentences are mixed up so they go in.
Instead of "I sat on the cat"
It's "On the cat, I sat".
It stops the whole poem from flowing.
( , Thu 8 Mar 2012, 11:48, archived)

All my words ARE the wrong way around
So grab all your letters
See if YOU can do better
You probably won't, I'll be bound
( , Thu 8 Mar 2012, 11:54, archived)