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Rhyme Time
Never the busiest of threads,
But I think it must be said That Rhyme Time is so very great That no one here should have to wait To get their rhymes out for all to see So do it here, I'll waive my fee! There's just one stipulation For posting in this situation Everything you post must rhyme. Duh! That's why its called 'Rhyme Time'!
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I'd only posted once in here
because my poems hurt the ear But I'll do my best to post one now to get the thread going somehow |
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This poor thread is at the bottom again,
I think I'm going to give it some cardiopulmonary resuscitation. So here I go with this lame rhyme, Since I've nothing better to do with my time. But this pathetic ploy for attention Will most likely land me in iSketchforum detention. |
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"The bottom of the page was this thread"
I hear Ches cry today So up it went with the best of them Never to go down, I say! Poetry is a wonderful thing and shouldn't be treated this way This thread is now at the top of the page and that is how it should stay
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Here, here TF! Well said, well said!
When others would have turned and fled, You turn this forum on its head And to the top this has been led.
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Oh this game sounds interesting
(Although my rhyming skills you're testing) Back on top now where it belongs - ahead of "A-Z of songs". |
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What I wonder is;
Are Haikus allowed in here? No ryhmes, so prob. not. Playing in the tourney is a great deal of fun Everyone wants to be number one Some of us win and some of us lose No-one can accurately predict whose word we'll guess and whose we'll blank Sometimes it's just luck we have to thank. TF has be ace, organising it all, Kisskiss, top scorer, she's having a ball. Piggie - doing great - entered on a whim Sense - it was always looking good for him. Fen, showing us all how to draw, Incog's fast guessing has made his place sure. So who will end up with the biggest grin? Will Piggie's iron-nerves clinch her the win? Sense sure is fast, and a top drawer too, Fender's fantastic (when he's not flinging poo) Kissy has a great chance, she's on a roll If it's Incog - find a safe place for your soul! Can't wait for the final, it's gonna be such a blast I hope TF tells us when it is, and fast! I might ask to op, but mishmash would be scary With Piggie's NS, the crowd might get leery! Win, lose or draw, these five can walk tall, Good luck everyone, best wishes to all!
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Great work Vik.
Maybe this should be under the thank-you thread, as I'm saying a big thank-you to those friends who checked on my welfare last night after we provided support in the siege incident yesterday. * Bad_MaNneR$ is fine but the poor bugger we were looking at has been scheduled under the Mental Health Act. ![]() I couldn’t write a poem, so I thought I’d just throw in these words to maybe give an inkling of what could have been going on in his head. Work, Financial and Family Problems have caused so many to take this option – I doubt I would ever consider it, because I hate pain (well unless I'm inflicting it The theme from MASH – Suicide is painless Through early morning fog I see visions of the things to be the pains that are withheld for me I realize and I can see... that suicide is painless It brings on many changes and I can take or leave it if I please. I try to find a way to make all our little joys relate without that ever-present hate but now I know that it's too late, and... suicide is painless It brings on many changes and I can take or leave it if I please. The game of life is hard to play I'm gonna lose it anyway The losing card I'll someday lay so this is all I have to say. suicide is painless It brings on many changes and I can take or leave it if I please. The only way to win is cheat And lay it down before I'm beat and to another give my seat for that's the only painless feat. suicide is painless It brings on many changes and I can take or leave it if I please. The sword of time will pierce our skins It doesn't hurt when it begins But as it works its way on in The pain grows stronger...watch it grin, but... suicide is painless It brings on many changes and I can take or leave it if I please. A brave man once requested me to answer questions that are key is it to be or not to be and I replied 'oh why ask me?' 'Cause suicide is painless it brings on many changes and I can take or leave it if I please. ...and you can do the same thing if you please
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Hmmm food for thought I found whilst preparing a GCSE poetry pack. Don't mess with a Piggie.
The Pig by Roald Dahl In England once there lived a big And wonderfully clever pig. To everybody it was plain That Piggy had a massive brain. He worked out sums inside his head, There was no book he hadn't read. He knew what made an airplane fly, He knew how engines worked and why. He knew all this, but in the end One question drove him round the bend: He simply couldn't puzzle out What LIFE was really all about. What was the reason for his birth? Why was he placed upon this earth? His giant brain went round and round. Alas, no answer could be found. Till suddenly one wondrous night. All in a flash he saw the light. He jumped up like a ballet dancer And yelled, "By gum, I've got the answer!" "They want my bacon slice by slice "To sell at a tremendous price! "They want my tender juicy chops "To put in all the butcher's shops! "They want my pork to make a roast "And that's the part'll cost the most! "They want my sausages in strings! "They even want my chitterlings! "The butcher's shop! The carving knife! "That is the reason for my life!" Such thoughts as these are not designed To give a pig great piece of mind. Next morning, in comes Farmer Bland, A pail of pigswill in his hand, And piggy with a mighty roar, Bashes the farmer to the floor… Now comes the rather grizzly bit So let's not make too much of it, Except that you must understand That Piggy did eat Farmer Bland, He ate him up from head to toe, Chewing the pieces nice and slow. It took an hour to reach the feet, Because there was so much to eat, And when he finished, Pig, of course, Felt absolutely no remorse. Slowly he scratched his brainy head And with a little smile he said, "I had a fairly powerful hunch That he might have me for his lunch. And so, because I feared the worst, I thought I'd better eat him first." |
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Other peoples poems... pah!
It's easy to rhyme. La da de da. Just make up words or add some stuff If it rhymes, then that's enough So I can just say ooobalooo Because I know that that will do To make a rhyme that's so fantastic Nahnahnahnah chocolate plastic So now I've shown you how its done Try it your self. (Bum bum bum!) I'm sure you will have lots of fun. So give it a go and don't walk... Run!
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I like your poem
It's really quite funny The problem is La la la bunny. I can do it too. La la with Kandoo. Okay so I'm not really great at this lark But who really cares? I live near a park. ... |
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OMGLMAO!
I love Captain Jack Sparrow! (it really sounds a whole lot better when you say it letter for letter) I had a drink Then I drunk it Now I'm drunk And who'd have thunk it?
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You posted twice
Tut naughty Vik What's brown & sticky? The answer's a stick |
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Who? Me? Myself? Vik?
At least I didn't sit on my sick :S Alas, I was for you too quick, I deleted it so I wouldn't look thick.
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Quote:
If Dahl he does offend, The reason I chose to post this here, Was not the rules to bend. There is no other thread here, which carries poetry. So wield your sabre, move it then, It makes no odds to me. |
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I can't rhyme
Is that a crime? No. Thought not. Last edited by tasha; 03-05-2007 at 08:32 PM. |
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Tasha dearest.. a crime did you commit
to not rhyme in here - Ches will have a fit And Vik you naughty minx, you are to drink and post double - you will not get far So Tasha and Vik your punishment I shall pass Is to write a rhyme about Ches' arse
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Quote:
Will win a pic of the part in question!
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If TF an arse poem doth demand
What can I do? Her wish is my command! Ches's arse is round and hairy hard as a rock, pink as a fairy. When he's had too much to drink it doesn't take him long to think that everyone will want to see it .. and when they do, they can't believe it! So shapely is this handsome butt The cheeks, so tough, could crack a nut! The rosy tone, the golden hair To this bottom no others can compare. Verily, the 8th Wonder of the World Is revelaed when his trousers are unfurled It makes me sad that I'm so blind To perfect beauty of this kind I'd say the wrong thing, I'd only blunder I'd not appreciate this wonder. So Ches, don't take a photo of your ass Best save it for a worthy lass.
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A wise old owl sat on an oak; The more he saw the less he spoke; The less he spoke the more he heard; Why aren't we like that wise old bird?
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Ches' arse?
I'd rather not See a picture, of his bot. That was mine, It's not very good Which means Vik wins, Will she think the prize good? |
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Three whole verses about my bum!
And a glowing review there, my little chum. But methinks the lady doth think too much About the area behind my crotch... :S But still a wonderful poem for sure With perfect rhyme and fun galore I think its time to take this home Now I've nicely lowered the tone. So sing it with me one, two, three! Get your bums out and follow me!
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I am impressed with the prose,
That Vik and Tash have made They seem to do this very well and their bums are now on parade
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My bottom on parade, you say?
I'd really rather not! Surely there's something you'd rather see, Than my 'something that fits here blah' bot! |
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Butts on parade!
What an amusing thought Maybe all in charade, With masks and whatnot. Paint them up, Shape them up, Bring them out to air! (if you dare) Buff them up to rosy hue And give us all a good rear-view.
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Changing the subject,
I'm ever so bored This maths is so stupid: My teacher's a fraud I know how to add, And subtract and all that, But why differentiate, What good is that? |
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