Silly poetry 2

[Sogobi]

I'm sorry for not rhyming
in my preceding post.
What beforehand I had written,
Was quoted (well almost!)

[Elastic Sloth]

A Poem in Honour of the One and Only Kellog

A Goddess in the kitchen,
She feeds us all the time.
Flapjacks, cakes, and cookies too,
Get lost - I want one! MINE!!!

Shortest person she may be,
But do not judge by height.
Bow of choice: Goldmedalist,
So Sloth, don't touch that sight!

Oh no, too late! He's altered,
That bloody thing again.
And now her aiming's buggered,
A fluke! She hits a 10!

[Kellog]

nice! it is,
oh yes thats true,
but not in all,
I say or do.
a goddess I am not,
and like it I do not.

The shortest person I may not be,
Florence, isn't she shorter than me?

The 10's the centre,
the gold the target,
I've yet to hit.
So again the truth is not this!

[Elastic Sloth]

Which is why it's on the 'silly poems' thread,
and not a 'documentary' , he said.

[Kellog]

An Odorous Ode To sloth

Peter, sloth, PJ, sloth,
how did he oh sloth become,
for sloth he is,
and sloth will be
sloth oh sloth. why is he?

sloth, sloth, the only sloth,
moth, sloth, the only sloth,
moth, moth, the only sloth,
doth sloth be a sloth?
or doth sloth be a moth?

For both the moth and
sloth the girders they will be
found upon, sticking like a tree
But sloth the floor will be behind,
a moth the air will be.
for oh the sloth PJ is,
and ever will he be
sleeping, hangin, girder bound
sloth it is he!

[Elastic Sloth]

Sloth this poem he does like,
And wonders who thought up
The idea of a poems thread,
To whoever: Golden cup!

[Kellog]

A gibbon we have
A gibbon we meet
But how a gibbon do we beat?

Gibbon, Gib bon, Gib bun,
feed the Gib bun, feed him sweet,
Gibbon, Gib bon, Gib bun,
feed it, feast it,
only that will beat the beast

[Elastic Sloth]

Feed the gibbon,
Make him fat!
How will he go -
Bang or Splat?

[Rob]

this is a question i do see...
The answer to be found by me;D

[Elastic Sloth]

This thread, I feel, should be regarded.
We need more poems here - who farted?

A masterpiece or two would be nice.
The smell is quite bad - it must be mice.

The next poem must be better than
This piece of crap - doo-dah-dee-dan.

Lines that rhyme, they're quite hard to think of.
Except for made up words like Jong-of.

I'm going to pass out from the smell.
I'm gonna leave now. Bye, and Bong-Dell.

[Shirt not logged in again]

I wish I was a glowworm,
A glowworm's never glum.
Because how can you be grumpy,
When the sun shines out your bum?

;D

[The Mystery Valentine]

They just had to be posted here...

Gibbon your arrows are so Pink
That they really make me think.
If towards me they were shot,
Then they'd really hit the spot

I love your flowing mullet,
All hairy, but not grey,
Let me watch you hang from Girders,
In your sloth like way

[Elastic Sloth]

Manikin



Here! Look at my manikin!
Do you want to dance with him?
You see he doesn't have a grin
In fact he's rather sad within
Because although he's prim and trim
Still nobody will dance with him
He's made of wood from toe to chin
George is his name it is not Tim
And though he's rather thin and slim
Still nobody will dance with him

[Elastic Sloth]

There's been no posts here
For half of one year
I find it so queer
That no-one posts here

I hold this thread dear
And yet I do fear
My rhyming career
Is no longer clear

Let everyone hear,
And please do not jeer!
Take heed my good peer
Let's get it in gear

And make time to post here!

[Vickie, the nice Admin]

We must all make the most
Of Sloth's sudden need to post.
We should all take the time,
To come up with silly rhymes!

And if rhyme here you do not,
Then your post is utter rot.
Moderators are needed,
so such posts get deleted!