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Post by Nathan on Apr 18, 2006 22:50:40 GMT -6
Write a poem about anything.
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Oh my little buttercup, In these days you dry up. On the table with the pepper, Dining with a very clean leper!
How the leper got clean? I know not, but he does glean, And with such shining luster. The Chicago crime boss calls me Buster.
Sometimes poems sound forced Like this one; I'm riding a horse! I think three stanzas is fine. In geometry, two dimensions is a line!
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Post by petejames on Apr 19, 2006 10:36:12 GMT -6
ohhh, am I allowed to right a poem?
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Post by Nathan on Apr 19, 2006 13:43:55 GMT -6
most certainly Ambassador
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Post by Brian Capelle on Apr 19, 2006 14:01:06 GMT -6
10 toes I surely have but only 9 have nails due to a Monday operation to remove ingrown nails that are stale.
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Post by petejames on Apr 19, 2006 17:03:24 GMT -6
The Vikings invented viagra, It is most plain to see.
The reason why is not because, The had problems with downstairs, For if it were they could not do what Vikings do, Loot Rape and Pilage.
Nor was it that there friends the Danes, Had a problem either, Nor Gemany or Switzerland, Or Austria or Sweden.
You see it is most obvious, It was they who had invented, The facts add up to show that, There is but one conclusion.
You see its Plain and simple, The reason it was done, For Vikings came from Norway, And Europes dong looked down.
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Post by Nathan on Apr 19, 2006 17:39:45 GMT -6
hahaha.... ;D
Scandanavia is a phallic shaped *tee hee*
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