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Post by Elastic Sloth on Nov 18, 2004 22:05:33 GMT
A Poem in Honour of our Illustrious Club Gibbon
Some clubs, they have a mascot, To help them win a game. Ours is slightly different, For he is kind of lame.
With furry arms and furry feet, A face that looks like murder. I try to shoot, he puts me off, Oh God! I've hit the girder!
Always talking, mostly garbage, Gibbon's task is this: To talk, annoy, and aggrivate, So everyone will miss.
At least we have a mascot here! Although he's not the best, It wouldn't be the same at all, if he just upped and left.
We'd miss him if he left for good, I mean, what could we do? A power vacuum, he'd create, Club mascot, we need you!!!
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Post by Forge on Nov 18, 2004 22:33:20 GMT
Now say I, rather good that seemed Although not really gibbon themed
Still I think, you he may murder If I note well, he's not that hairy And it's usually him who hits the girder [sp?] And take it from me, his deflections are scary
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Post by Sogobi on Nov 19, 2004 14:02:52 GMT
Tut tut Sarah, We will let you off this time. All things on this thread, Have to be in rhyme.
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Post by Elastic Sloth on Nov 19, 2004 15:57:52 GMT
As you wish... A Poem in Honour of our Famous Socials Officer
There is a person in our club, Who goes by name of Sarah. Of course, some call her Jar Jar Binks, But please, try not to near her!
The Gungan guy from Star Wars 1, From which her name was taken, He tends to squeal, therefore we had A nickname in the makin'!
She really is the Socials Queen, Without her we'd be hopeless. The great nights out we've had so far, Would still be planning process!
The T-Shirts with our nicknames on, Curry night and Christmas do, For all these things you're needed here, Sarah, we salute you!
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Post by Vickie, the nice Admin on Nov 19, 2004 16:43:48 GMT
Tut tut Sarah, We will let you off this time. All things on this thread, Have to be in rhyme. No we wont, We will be strict. If you can't rhyme, You are a twit...
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Post by Darth Flushious on Nov 19, 2004 16:51:48 GMT
Some clubs, they have a mascot,
We had a mascot. it was a DIY smurf (from a kinder egg), with a bow, which was put together backwards so his tail became a boner. *All posts on this thread must rhyme, Some just do not get this. Really people, come on now, Please stop taking the piss...*
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Post by Sogobi on Nov 19, 2004 17:29:04 GMT
This backward smurf, Where is it now. Was it destoyed, And if so, how?
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Post by Sarah on Nov 19, 2004 17:52:34 GMT
I'm very glad you wrote a ditty, For happy little me, I'm a greedy little gungan: I want another, weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeh!
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Post by Elastic Sloth on Nov 19, 2004 19:41:45 GMT
Greedy Gungan, that you are. You will not get another. But hang on here, just wait a mo, I've done it here, oh bugger!
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Post by Elastic Sloth on Nov 19, 2004 20:51:05 GMT
A Poem in Honour of the Prestigious Soggy
He has the sickest nickname, That I have ever heard. Worse, even, than Smelly-Pants, Or Fart, or Poo, or Turd!
He is the one and only, He shoots with wooden bow. Not many who can do this, Not me, nor Flush or Po.
Going barebow is his choice In weapons of long aim. Owns two swords as well, he does, So Christ, don't call him names!
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Post by Sogobi on Nov 19, 2004 22:06:05 GMT
I am impressed, I must admit, For this poetic tale, You can call me names however, I risk not go to jail.
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Post by Sogobi on Nov 19, 2004 22:20:42 GMT
On a different note I have for thee A song on fuel efficiency... can hate be good? can hate be great? can hate be good? can hate be great? can hate be something we dont hate? we'd like to know...why it is so that certain diesels must be slow and thwack and thrum...and pong and hum and clatter-clat hate something. change something hate something, change something, make something better. oh isn't it just bliss...when a diesel goes like this? hate something. change something hate something, change something, make something better.
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Post by Vickie, the nice Admin on Nov 20, 2004 9:11:59 GMT
A poem about being Strict
I like to be strict, And play with my whip. In my thigh high boots, I'm a dominatrix!
I like to use chains, And straps made of Leather, When my boyfriend and I Get it on together...
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Post by Sogobi on Nov 20, 2004 13:06:28 GMT
Love Archery
Love does not consist in gazing at each other, But in looking as one in the same direction.... at the target gold.
(This refers to arrow and sight in case anyone gets the wrong impression)
PS. Poems don't have to rhyme, just flow.
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Post by Forge on Nov 20, 2004 13:16:41 GMT
I'm glad to finally see Another anti-Rhyme Maybe this we be My Haiku style time
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