quote:Originally posted by Waynster: Whilst to work I do try to adhere and my head I do try keep it clear But on a day like today Thers only one thing I can say And that's "Darryn - Let's go to the pub!"
That don't rhyme - But sod it 'Beer' ?
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A noob with praise we did shower As dazzled by his stunning Frank-Power He proved to be best In debate and jest Though once known as a pickle, poor flower!
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Elvis does poems of worth, Full of murderous mischief and mirth, I laughed till I cried, And it hurt me inside, And it felt as though I just gave birth..
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A penis doth make you feel 'manny' And having one's really quite canny, At the end of the day, Well, what more can I say, When it's turned inside out, it's a fanny !
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There was a fellow named Mart, Who played an integral part, On a board called TMO. Where many would go, To pour out their soul and their heart
Mart was a poster most witty, Whereas Ben was a hater of kitty, VP made a stand, To defend cats she planned, Whereas Thorn was just browsing for titty
On this board Darryn was boss, Though what was posted he gave not a toss, As long as he could phoo, And have discussions on poo, He was a contented old hoss
Now on this board many did post, And Jonesy did so more than most, His posts were so funny, He could have made so much money, But of his talent he never did boast
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Now do you remember The Dead? A thread that was read and re-read It had haiku (and phoo?) But no mention of poo And no lim'ricks at all, must be said
Of course, that old classic's a winner Spleen vented by more than one sinner "What of this thread?", you yell Who can say? Who can tell? Is it archive-ideal or a binner?
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Says Ko, Alice wasn’t Ms Liddell He changed her straight after the fiddell Lovely though she was He rewrote because She stank up his fingers with piddell
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And with a last spurt the forites were spent Damp and panting, tongues lolling, they leant Admiring of Elvis Exhausted of pelvis Wondering where it was all that time went.
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quote:Originally posted by dang65: That TMO veteran Ms Herbs Inspires poets to invent new adverbs e.g "she blangpoddly bounces And grundociously flounces When qundergly stepping off kerbs"
It's scary how close this was to the herbs made up verbs, group sex with serbs idea I failed to finish last night.
There once was a tutor named Kovacs Who'd get students high using 'blow-backs' He'd dress them as Alice Then show them his phallus And capture the scene with his Kodak.
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And so Man U did Beckham begat, For a few thousand Euro and that, So I'll say it again, Now that he's gone to Spain, Who fucking cares - He's a twat !
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Junkies, when needing a stash, Or trying to purchase some hash, Here's a trick that's been found, That'll earn you a pound !, Try wanking off sailors for cash.
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There was a board called TMO, Where bored workers and students would frequently go Of much they would speak, As they passed by the week, But work, would they do it? Oh no
On this board their posted a man, Who it seemed had existed since posting began, Many thought him a freak, As all through the week, He offended the others as few people can
He sold the big issue and lived in a squat, Of him the others they knew not a lot, His views seemed distressing, And quite often depressing, But made little sense more often than not
He posted it seemed, on many a board, Somehow the web-time he seemed to afford, He frequently went under many a name, But his posting style was always the same, As by many a poster his views were abhored
But though his views they were many, And not agreed with by any, To be fair to the chap, Though he shat through his trap, He wasn't that nasty, just zany
After things that he wrote, There once was a vote, The idea was explored, To remove him from the board, And as a result, he was bade fetch his coat
Some time down the track, This fellow came back, His name it was new, But who he was they all new, Because still he did post a load of old cack
As time did pass by, And it really did fly, He seemed to change from a ret, To the resident pet, And was almost accepted, though noone knew why
Not too bad for a post 3 large pina-colada's effort I guess
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I used to love films with De Niro In fact I would say "He's my Hero" But I find that of late All his films I do hate From a star he has turned to a zero
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I also love films by Hitchcock That man had a way with a shock Yes his films were intense and were packed with suspense They were never a waste of film stock
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If we are doing weirdo ones like London's, here's a Beckettian limerick.
Estragon (played by Mark Rylance): Must you solve every problem with violence? Vladimir [pause]: We could take it outdoors. Estragon: Maybe later then. [Silence.]
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Some praise the film St Elmo's Fire But I find it really quite dire To be rather blunt Watching that bunch of twunts Makes me wish they would all just expire
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A noobie comes just as our Ringo Is sad, feeling unloved... I say 'Bingo' Boy Racer you're coll But are you a 'troll' As I believe it is called in our lingo.
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quote:Originally posted by herbs: Her sister, the high-heeled Uber Trick Is enjoying some frisky new dick She’s nowhere on board Since she thus scored ‘Write to geeks?’, man that’s just sick.
Take heart, dear friends, you’re not geeks I pop in and take sneaky peeks But my recent absence Is through work, not romance So a slap, herbs, on all of your cheeks!
quote:Originally posted by herbs: A noobie comes just as our Ringo Is sad, feeling unloved... I say 'Bingo' Boy Racer you're coll But are you a 'troll' As I believe it is called in our lingo.
I'll answer you're query as best I can, although I need a rest I'm hungover this morning and I can't stop from yawning Let's just say I'm not looking my best
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Watchin' film and chowin' milm Sniffin' butt and making fuck Occasionally stopping for a poo or a wee The life of Boy Racer is the only life for me.
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quote:Originally posted by Londie: Watchin' film and chowin' milm Sniffin' butt and making fuck Occasionally stopping for a poo or a wee The life of Boy Racer is the only life for me.
Milm chowin's a pastime it's true Fucking, weeing, and pooing are to But to clear up this fog I am not someone's dog So butt sniffin's not something I do
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There once was a poet called Kovacs Whose name only rhymes with Kim Novak’s. I prefer Janson – Rhymes with Marilyn Manson, A singer admired by young Slovaks.
(??) well, I tried, dammit!
One for my neighbours:
When Summer warms the English clime, English folk decide it’s time To cook outdoors; With smoke that soars, Covering all with smelly grime.
And one for you:
A grumpy old bag, known as Grace, With a miserable look on her face, Mused: “I need stimulating!” Then, without hesitating: “I know! TMO! That’s the place!”