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Post by Elastic Sloth on Nov 15, 2004 23:29:19 GMT
I love PS2, I like having fun. I love PS2, I like using guns!
So I can kill! People in games. So I can kill! Bring on the flames.
Flamethrower rules, I took one to school. Flamethrower rules, To little kids I was cruel.
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Post by Kellog on Nov 15, 2004 23:38:04 GMT
We'll have to get the previous silly poetry back!
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Post by Rob on Nov 15, 2004 23:40:36 GMT
why not just post good stuff on here??? That means of course that Po must be barred from this thread ;D
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Post by Vickie, the nice Admin on Nov 16, 2004 8:55:21 GMT
I looked in the garbage bin, but it's gone. I think Flush deleted it.
STOP deleting posts Flush! The garbage bin is there to keep old ones out the way, but where we can find them if we need them!
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Post by Darth Flushious on Nov 16, 2004 9:15:52 GMT
OK, but theres so much crap floating around some of it has to go and since no-one used it for ages it went, along with other stuff that no-one uses. it was in there for a while and no-one said to keep it...
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Post by Vickie, the nice Admin on Nov 16, 2004 11:18:41 GMT
OK, but just leave things in there. They can stay in the garbage bin forever - won't do any harm! Let's get some more poems on this thread people - come on Sloth, write something funny...
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Post by Rob on Nov 16, 2004 14:15:05 GMT
This isn't a poem, but I thought it was quite funny...
The Snake and the Bunny > > > > > > Once upon a time, in a nice little forest, there lived an orphaned bunny and an orphaned snake. By a surprising coincidence, both were blind from birth.
One day, the bunny was hopping through the forest, and the snake was slithering through the forest, when the bunny tripped over the snake and fell down. This, of course, knocked the snake about quite a bit.
"Oh, my," said the bunny, "I'm terribly sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. I've been blind since birth, so, I can't see where I'm going. In fact, since I'm also an orphan, I don't even know what I am."
It's quite ok," replied the snake. "Actually, my story is as yours. I too have been blind since birth, and also never knew my mother.
Tell you what, maybe I could slither all over you, and work out what you are so at least you'll have that going for you."
"Oh, that would be wonderful" replied the bunny. So the snake slithered all over the bunny, and said, "Well, you're covered with soft fur, you have really long ears, your nose twitches, and you have a soft cottony tail.
I'd say that you must be a bunny rabbit."
"Oh, thank you, thank you," cried the bunny, in obvious excitement.
The bunny suggested to the snake, "Maybe I could feel you all over with my paw, and help you the same way that you've helped me." So the bunny felt the snake all over, and remarked, "Well, you're smooth and slippery, and you have a forked tongue, no backbone and no spherical playthings.
I'd say you must be either a team leader, a supervisor or possibly someone in senior management."
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Post by Elastic Sloth on Nov 17, 2004 1:04:29 GMT
come on Sloth, write something... Sloth likes to know He rhymes better than Po. He'd write something now, But he just has to go. Working's no fun, But has to be done; The thing that I fear, Is I'll sleep through the year. To wake in a big test And find what I've learned, Is pretty much zero (please insert rhyming line here - buggered if I can) It's 2 in the morning, Sleep beckons me now. I've finished this poem. Oh! Big freakin' wow! PS - snakes have backbones.
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Post by Rob on Nov 17, 2004 10:03:05 GMT
you had to try and spoil it didn't you!!!
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Post by Sloth on Nov 18, 2004 2:27:54 GMT
Yes, I did You silly kid.
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Post by Elastic Sloth on Nov 18, 2004 13:05:37 GMT
If my workload was alive, I'd want to kill it. By Sloth
My work load is an arsehole, My work load is a git. I'd like one day to murder it, I'd do it just like this;
Take a pitchfork to it's eye, A dagger to it's head. Cut it up and bleed it dry, Paint the room bright red.
Buy a sword from Soggy's mag, Send order off poste-haste! When it arrives I'd slice it up, Then hammer it to paste.
And when all's done and dusted, My work-load lives no more, I will rejoice, and dance, and sing! (And then clean up the gore)
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Post by Rob on Nov 18, 2004 13:17:41 GMT
You are a f**kin' ejit, You have no work to do! If my workload was like your one, I would go WWWOOOHHHOOO!!! I ain't a poet, so please dont tell me how shit this is...
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Post by Sogobi on Nov 18, 2004 13:28:20 GMT
Oh lazy poetic sloth, not being a fuss, Where's the Gibbon poem, that you promised us?
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Post by Rob on Nov 18, 2004 13:31:02 GMT
Is it just me, or was that like wee?
It seemed like excrement, I wish to bury you in cement.
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Post by Sloth on Nov 18, 2004 16:48:32 GMT
Where's the Gibbon poem, that you promised us? Artistic creativity doesn't come on tap, So you will have to wait, I don't see why I should be rushed at this, Oh crap, it's lunch, I'm late!
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