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'!

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

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.

"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 :razz:

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.

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".

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!

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.

/me is fine but the poor bugger we were looking at has been scheduled under the Mental Health Act.

http://www.ise-p.com/red_button.jpg (http://www.smh.com.au/news/national/tragedy-averted-officer-with-a-gun/2007/04/30/1177788058862.html)

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:twisted:)

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

Hmmm food for thought I found whilst preparing a GCSE poetry pack. Don't mess with a Piggie. :razz:


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."

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!

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.


...

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?

You posted twice
Tut naughty Vik
What's brown & sticky?
The answer's a stick

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.

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!

Pardon me for if you thought I was rude,
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. :razz:

I can't rhyme
Is that a crime?
No.
Thought not.


:razz:

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 :razz:

So Tasha and Vik your punishment I shall pass
Is to write a rhyme about Ches' arse :razz:

And whomsoever writes the best-un
Will win a pic of the part in question! :razz:

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.

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?

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!

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

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!

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.

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?

I think this thread is so damn great
And rhymes are rarely second rate
That posts within should really count
Against a members post amount.
Although they don't, please don't ignore
This little thread, don't close the door!
Reply to this for fun and game
Rhyme's a workout for the brain
So post in here; be right, be smart
And show the world your wordy art. :)

Goodness Ches,
That's poem's great!
But for my poem you'll have to wait:
It takes so long for me to rhyme
And yet it takes you half the time!

I'm quick in all things that I do.
Sadly that fact is very true. :P

Ches you silly nincompoop
Oops now I have to rhyme with poop.

You called our Ches a nincompoop?
How low we really have to stoop.
And peep and pry and spy and snoop.
Or eat some hot tomato soup.
You really threw me for a loop.
I'm spinning like a hula hoop.
My brains are messed and turned to gloop.
But all these lines now rhyme with poop.

Well thanks a lot
That showed me up!
I bet you cheated though,
You mup-
-pet HA poetic license is
A saver at a time like this!

This lovely thread is already on
page 2 and it's still going strong.
I wonder how long it will be
'til Ches's baby thread turns 3?

To make page three
Please follow me
And post a rhyme
Then in good time
And not before
You'll see a post
That's on Page four.

A simple rhyme I now shall post
to promote the thread Ches loves the most.
At the end of the lineup it shouldn't sit
Now it will be first for a just a bit.

i wrote a limerick about this girl on iSketch as a joke... i really did like it, so i shall post it. (i actually like this girl. xD)

There once was a beetle named Taylor
Who really really wanted to be a jailer
But she turned on a dime
Committed a crime
And look! She's an absolute failure.
(Couldn't get anyone to bail her.)

I'm committing the dreaded double post
Because this thread has become a ghost
We still need more rhymes to go to page three
So think of some rhymes! Follow me!

The sun is back,
About time too!
I think I've tanned,
How 'bout you?!

I've tanned but I cheated
Not within the UK was I seated,
But sunning myself in foreign places
With beer in hand and smiles on faces.
But now I'm home and I have a feeling
That I'll have no tan left when I've finished peeling :P

To the third page we are going
Though our progress is really slowing.
So let's pick up the beat
Shuffle your feet
Or all of you I will be towing [along.]

(geez, that was awful.)

Ah gracie it was worth a try
To get the pages rolling by.
Now I shall add my little bit
Coz at my puter I do sit
Can sketch no more today I feel
(My kids think Im no longer real!)

But if I may, I'd like to change
the topic - I shall rearrange,
To talk about our lovely game
of isketch - there is none the same.
At different hours of the day
There's different groups of peeps that play.
It don't take long when you go in
To feel the mood the 'room' is in.
Thats really all I want to say
Coz I really have to go and do some study before I fail all my exams.

:D

Saff your poem's ever so good,
The line at the end makes me wish I could-
Write verse as good as all of you
But unfortun'ly, my rhymes are poo!

Poo is a fantastic word.
It is another name for turd,
But I think its better cos it rhymes with do
So you can rhyme when you 'do a poo'.
They're also known as 'number twos'
So many terms from which to choose,
If you'll pardon the tone this poem takes
I'll continue talking of 'toilet cakes'.
You can sink a 'battleship'.
You can 'drop the kids off' for a dip.
'Curl one out', or a 'Solid trump'
Or a common favourite - 'Dump'
More obtuse words do exist,
Although continuing may be a risk
A ruder one, though I shan't say it,
It is a word which rhymes with 'fit'
But if you ask me, I tell you true
The best of all of these is 'Poo'!

Thank you tasha for that inspiration,
I hope I don't offend the nation.
Any complaints just let me know,
And I'll put an end to this vulgar show.
I have heard - there is a rumour,
That people don't like toilet humour!

This is quite long - I hope page three!
I don't want to have ro ryhme about pee...

edit: bugger, bear with me.
We didn't hit the fabled three.
Someone else please post and try
To make this lil thread take off and fly!

To get this thread onto page three
You'll have to post lots after me
'Coz eight more posts
Will get to fifty,
We'll see page three
And it'll be pretty nifty.

Seven more rhymes,
Here we go
Let's move it along
..Blah blah blah blow.

Oh dear, 'go' is supposed to be easy to rhyme
I guess i'm just a bad rhymer, oh well, next time!

/me delves into his box of tricks
And pulls this out to make it six
A work of magic, some may say
Edging closer to that epic day
When all around the world can see
That rhyme time has reached the great page three.

Let's make it five, Ches!
My rhymes are really a mess.

We're so close to that "epic day,"
I wonder if it will happen today!

It can be done, of that I'm sure
Look! Already we are down to four.
So can't you tell it's almost here?
And soon we'll all jump up and cheer!

Three posts now, I'm apprehensive
Will I die from excitement? Will I live?
There are only about four hours left in my 'today'
However, if we go by UK time, we may
Still manage to make it to page three
Before tomorrow hits, golly gee!

Oh Ches, I really do
appreciate your rhymes with poo.
That was so good it made me think
of Monty Python - here's a link
http://www.lyricsdepot.com/monty-python/penis-song.html

The Monty Python penis song
It makes me want to sing along.
Thank you you for the laugh today
And now I must be on my way

To do some MORE study before I fail all my exams :D

Oh, we're so close:
One more post
underneath mine,
and everything will be just fine!

To the third page we go,
to beyond and infinity, oh!

Gracie, when you posted forty eight
It was ten to three, so not too late.
Now it's ten to six and so
This thread has nowhere else to go
Except to page three where it should
We all know that with more it could!
So hello all, and here we are
We've taken Rhyme Time all so far!

Yippee Ches you make me proud
Yippe gracie, let's shout out loud
Page three is here and now this thread
Is onthe top - it is not dead.

Whit woo

Well done to all,
To all well done,
I always knew
It could be done.

And to page four
We now must go
A long way off
How long? Don't know.

Hopefully not too long to go
a few more rhymes will stop Ches' woe
These rhymes make me happy and keep me alive
But four isn't good enough - I want page five!!!!!

People have dreamed throughout the ages
Of taking a rhyme thread over three pages
And I would bet a whole year's wages
That while this poetic burning rages
We will find ourselves before
A fresh and pretty new page four
The speed we're moving might break the law!
But I'll rhyme until I hit the floor

I might tell you about my day,
Tho not eventful in any way
In bed till 4, there I did lay
And I got up, cos I need the pay
When I rose from my collapse,
There was a box - brown paper wrapped,
Which inside, ladies and chaps,
Was a set of new mudflaps.
I had some dinner, was ok food
Wasn't great but I'm not rude :P
So I smiled as I chewed
Then jumped in the car and hit the 'rood...'
(that bit I must confess,
When read in Scotch accent is best)
So here I am, I will not shirk
Ready for a night of work,
So keep on posting - its a perk
To read all these, so don't just lurk!

Some new mudflaps, you lucky green thing
I bet you danced (but did you sing)
My day has been crap (in fact the whole week)
But I smile anyway and will not freak!

You aren't alone
My day sucked too
How come all my rhymes
End in 'poo?'

Perhaps 'poo' is easy to rhyme with?
Or is that just an ancient myth?

I'm so happy right now
My friend and I don't row
She's drawing a cartoon for me
And that makes me very happy
Since that lessens my load
Of schoolwork to do on the road.
Aislinn, oh Aislinn...
I could sing.

Some days are diamonds
Some days are stone
Sometimes the hard times
Wont leave you alone
Sometimes the cold wind
Puts a chill in my bones
Some days are diamonds
Some days are stone

Yeh I know, it was not mine
It was a Johnny Denver rhyme
I put it here because TF
and tasha were having bad days.

And now I wonder, wonder why
My last line never ever rhymes?
Is it because I need to concentrate on studying before I fail all my exams?

Oh no, the dreadful exams.
Where we are sent like lambs
To the slaughter/exam room.
To our doom!

laughing at your lovely rhyme
gracie, it is nearly time!
No not really, got 2 weeks
til exam pressure peaks.

Trouble is, I must admit
Studying - not doing it!
And only 'cause (I have to mention)
Spending far too time a-sketchin!

I'm a procrastinator at heart
And at exam time, from my brain
All the studied information departs
As if it's being blown away by a hurricane!

I normally have a good memory
But studying the night before
Isn't efficient, you see.
Stupid exams. Hear me roar!

I heard you roar
I heard you clear
You were so loud
You broke my ear.

I broke your ear?
Oh dear, oh dear.

It's worse when I sing.
I make ears bleed!
So if I've got my iPod in,
Take heed, take heed!

Your singing is bad?
Well we can't have that.
Invest in some lessons
Or take up per-cession xD

I can't help it!
I can hear when I'm singing badly,
I just love singing, though,
Even if I drive people mad, heehee.

I cannot understand,
Gracie,
How your poem scans-
Makes no sense to me!

I'm not sure what you mean by "scans."
I'll sit here waiting for you to explain with my fans.

Who are your fans?
I'd love to know,
Can I meet them,
And play in the snow?

That made me laugh!
By fans, tasha, I meant
The objects you wave around
To generate a cool wind.

How does that rhyme?
I haven't a clue
I'm really quite lost
Are you lost too?

I tried my absolute hardest
But I'm really bad at this
Rhyming business.

Oh well, does it matter-
When we're nearly on page four?
A few more posts should do it
So come on now, post some more!

Goodness me,
I hadn't noticed, eee!
Guess we'll soon be
On page three!

What on earth?
Already there!
Please pay attention
Not look over there!

But are we not already on page three,
or is that a mystery?
gracie are you not paying attention,
if so, shall we give you a detention?
Btw, this is my first time in this tread
I hope you know there is lots to dred!

(Ow. That took me on page 4 'cause tasha beat me! Now I look silly. Loool)

Deary me,
Ms Nerdy,
Is typing much too slowly.
But at least
Her poems scan
And they all seem to flow(ly!)

My, my, tasha
you really make me blush'a (lol XD)
I've got banana skin sitting here
but at least I don't have a beer
Maybe I should consider putting it in the trash'a.

I'm absolutely terrible at this
But laughing AT me must be a bliss!

It's true that laughing's
Super fun
But maybe more so
To eat a nice bun.
Unfortunately, we have none. :razz:

Would you like me to buy you a bun
or shall I just treat you like scum?
I must sound so rude
but I love you, dude
and this is so much fun! :razz:

That, dear nerd,
Is the best that I've heard.
It scans, it rhymes,
It flows, it chimes!

Rhyming's really not my thing
But if your rhyme chimes then it must go ting!

Did you say ting?
That rhymes with ping
It makes me think of a microwave
which cooks food that I crave
I swear, I do not have a 'thing'!

Wow, page four,
It's going so fast
It's why I made a mistake
In the poem I wrote last.

Is that your excuse for not paying attention?
I hope you realise I'll make you drink some potion,
But gracie, what will happen if you get poisoned?
will my life end..
do you want to test that notion?

Why on earth would you give me potion?
I'd settle for some very nice lotion. xD
You picked a hard word to rhyme with
Hey look! At this rate, we'll be close to the fifth. (page.)

When it gets hard, do you like using brackets?
I may need to hit you with a racket!
Oh why am I being so mean?!
You're so funny, you little bean
So be careful, I might end up selling you at the market,
and your face surely will go green! :twisted:

I'd love to be green.
I'll just inject some chlorophyll
Into me to be green!
Then I'll have had my fill.

You sound like a druggie!
That's not a good thing,
the police, I shall ring!
They'll take you away in a buggie
but don't worry, I'll Fedex the huggie(s).

(lol, sorry gracie :P)

A druggie, I?
Right now, a Chinese gathering is nigh,
With 0.5% alcoholic beer
And everyone here
could be classified as queer
though not gay.
They
want to play charades.
The last time they
played, I was traumatized for a day.
With words like "stripper,"
It won't make you chipper.

AUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

God, that sounds like a blast, gracie
I wish I was there to watch and see.
What is there better than laughter?
I guess we could wait 'til the hereafter
After so much drinking I bet you'd all need a good pee! (err.. o_O)

Desperately trying to write an anecdote
Feeling as if I'm swimming through a moat
I'm never going to finish this, I'm a dolt.

Bless my soul and knock me down with a feather,
I was only gone for two weeks to enjoy some nice weather,
And what do I find now I've walked back through my door?
This thread, once crawling to page three has sprinted to page four!

This achievement of Tasha, Gracie, Nerdy, TF and co,
Though miraculous, still has a very long way to go,
With procrastinating students it could quickly reach page 102!
Although tricky if we have to end each rhyme with 'poo'.

What a lovely thread you have here,
I don’t think I have noticed it before I fear

It’s nice to see people using their brain
And you all make it look like it’s not too much strain.

I’m not very good at rhymes as you can see
But Ill have a good go if you sometimes let me.

On page four already? Me, oh my!
While I was absent
the time did sure did fly.
But now, we need more!
Ryhme, people, rhyme.
And the post count'll be up there in no time.
Two pus two may be fine for some
but to me, more pages means more fun!

We make it look easy?
Well that's a good joke.
I found this too hard,
My brain needs a poke!

Oh wow, look!
TF may get her wish
Four pages wasn't enough
She wanted a fifth!

Five more rhymes after mine
Everyone get in line!
Whoever butts in gets a fine
Just kidding, hurry up and rhyme!

Page five looms closer
and I am so happy
A few more rhymes
and make it snappy

We have all united
and come up with tricks
but my new wish now gracie
is to see page six :razz:

Oh, what's in a rhyme?
Perhaps a sprinkle of thyme
and a dash of lime.

A rhyme is a tasty thing
with a cheeky sort of zing
all dolled up with bling.

As a rhyme flutters its lashes
We are dazzled and everything flashes
Then your car probably crashes.

To sum it up, rhymes are great,
But they would make a horrible date
Because of their psychological state.

A simple ryhme is needed now
in midst of this flashy rhyming pow-wow.

Page six, page six!
Oh, we're so close.
This is the last rhyme on this page
Now I'm feeling morose.

Good gracious me and saints alive,
I do believe it's made page 5!

TF's demand will be met soon
at page six she will be over the moon!

Page six? You jest!
TF will never be at rest.
For after six, she'll then want seven
followed by eight, nine, ten and eleven.
Perhaps when the count reaches one-oh-one,
she'll finally think that our rhyming in done.

Don't give her ideas!
It fills me with fears
To think we must rhyme
'Til we run out of time!
Page one-oh-one,
Such a long way away,
How long will it take?
No-one can say.

No-one can say?
Perhaps not today
My heart is a flutter
I must have some peanut butter!
This thread is so pukka
Excuse my stutter :P

Here we go, on page five
Rhyming makes me feel alive.
It makes me thrive
and also strive
to do a jive.
It gives me a drive
It makes me revive(d)
So I'll survive

Even though I've had a bad day.

Gracie, you made every line
Within your little poem rhyme.
Not just couplets there this time
But every single one, how fine!
I shall try to be like you, sublime
Because any other way's a crime
But I must leave now, as I must dine
And I'm running out of words that rhyme
So I'm repeating myself this time :)

I do believe that I've found a way to meet TF's demands
Just go to the control panel and make some commands.

Change the settings so there are less posts per page
Then Rhyme Time will have so many pages we might have to put it in a cage.

A good spot gracie
But there's one flaw
If we change the pages
We'll know no more

We'll all see diff'rently
Where we are
Some will be here
Some will go on too far!

Is this a shameless bump?
I want at least a poem per day,
you grump(s)!
I cannot rhyme when my head is not together
there is nothing in it, it's as light as a feather. :sad:

Why, what's wrong,
To make your poem pong?
Your head is not together-
Is that due to this bad weather?

I laughed so hard at 'pong'
I'd call you a thong,
but that's just so I can rhyme
maybe if I have the time
I can make something fine
that will make you go bong. (oh, that's for TF :P)

(bad, bad poems from me. Neeext..)

You'd call me a thong?
That name won't last long
'Coz I do protest!
That name I detest!

Hey Thong, what's up?
You free Friday night?
I'd like to take you to dinner
You look like you've got some fight. ;)

Goodness gracious me!
Do you think she'll be free?
I thought I was the flirt
Did it divert?
I'm a bad influence on thee!

Thong better be free
because she's going on a date with me

I'm what's happening, I'm THIS
How on earth could anyone resist?

(lmao, i'm really not that conceited in real life.)

Page six? You jest!
TF will never be at rest.
For after six, she'll then want seven
followed by eight, nine, ten and eleven.
Perhaps when the count reaches one-oh-one,
she'll finally think that our rhyming in done.

Oh Pickle of Doom,
How right you are!
I am so difficult to please
They are so near.. yet so far!

The number I would like
in all honesty...
Is the age of this clock
which is Thirty-Three :razz:

So come on you lot
start rhyming away
Keeps the brain cells working
well... at least for a day :razz:

Thirty three?! Oh dearie me.
At least it's easier than 102
Somebody suggested ending every rhyme
with the word 'poo.'

Now I've read and I've read
From page one till page five
Within this thread I have tread
Im surprised I did survive

I've not posted here before,
And no expert will I be
You will all wipe the floor
Quite easily with me
(You've all had your chance
And quite well you have done
To ran rampid with a (lance?)
In this poetry fun run)
So now that I've provided my input
Bring out your winning gold
Im sure you're all caput
From reading this mould
And how can I end without toot-a-loo?
Apparently I must conclude with the word 'poo'!

And know I must run off to study :sad:
Whilst procrastinating is my best-budy!! :smile:

How do you post a rhyme so long?
Your mind must be strong.
I cannot get past 10 lines
and cannot find the time
to make a poem rhyme.

It doesn't come natural to me,
I don't know what to do,
shall I moo?
I guess we'll wait and see
if my poems shine or 'poo'. :P

So do we agree
On that word that's not "wee"
To end every rhyme?
That might take some time!

Now I need a new verse
(and I'd like a new purse)
There's now more to do
If we end all with 'poo' :razz:

I'm not sure it's true,
That there's more to do
If we make them all rhyme
With the word poo!

I cant make my all poems end up with poo
That would just be too hard to do!
I can make the content quite poo if you like
My rhyme making is rubbish and stings like a spike
Ill try very hard to make it so good
But Im sure that really it will not be as it should
Now I must go and collect lil BunE
She will probably want some bread and some honey
And then i will take her out to the swings
And we can have fun and play lots of things
Then home for some tea and a slice of cake
O sh** that is something i forgot to make!

A pretty good poem
Consid'ring you said
That your poetry's rubbish
It does in actual fact fit very well into this thread!

Unlike mine which of course
Is as sick as a horse
If that makes any sense
If not I'd better go and sit on a fence.
...
Poo.

lol @ that bit at the end
though I'm laughing so I'm not much of a friend.
Want me to help make amend?
Though I wouldn't come to me
I shall hide up in a tree
before I start up a 'bad poem trend'.

:rolleyes:

That trend,
My friend,
Started long long ago.
So long, in fact, that it's buried in snow.

Woohoo, I think this post will take me to page six.
Can you tell that I've had my Weetabix? (http://www.weetabix.co.uk/) :razz:
Will the Tee Eef clocky be happy
that we've got to page six ever so snappy?
I shall now go play with stones and sticks!

Weetabix looks so good to eat
But the weight will go right to my feet.
Then they'll be useless lumps of meat
And to use them will be such a great feat!

Maybe I will sort of cheat
I'll only eat it as a treat!
Then I'll make a hasty retreat
And run off the weight in the street.

Weetabix is only for the elite
Anyone can compete
But only few defeat.

It's a competition full of deceit
But only the fast and fleet
and the occasionally sweet
can be very discreet
and manage to excrete
before their feet become lumps of meat.

There was a man from outer space
Who had a thin long orange face
He came to earth and landed hard
Right in the middle of my backyard
He got out of his rocket ship
And felt his trousers start to rip
He said im cold at my rear end
Have you some trousers i could lend
I said that mine would be to small
So he went to ask my brother paul
And now forever amoung the stars
My brothers trousers float round mars:razz:

WildCherry can you tell me hun
how you can make such a good one?
When the time in UK was oh so late
Or had you just been on a date?
The poem was funny and me laugh
But im so in in awe it was written at 2 and a half!

Well rabbit let me see
I wrote that poem just before three
while i had my bedtime tea
As for a date i wish indeedy
Late nights for me are good you see
No noise from the kids time just for me
So thinking up poems is so easy
And so to end this convo of ours
320 am omg she glowers
Time to sleep and refuel the brain
Cause in five hours ill have the kids up again:eek:

I haven't writ a rhyme,
For quite some time.
And I'm hoping that for once
(Screw it, nothing rhymes with once!)
So I'm hoping that today
I can make each person say
"What a truly awesome rhyme!"
But I'll leave now - till next time!

Oh but just before I go
There's one thing you all should know
I am very well aware
That all you clever cloggs out there
Will try to make your poems rhyme
With that which wouldn't fit in mine.
I don't doubt there are a lot
Of rhyming words that I forgot
But "once" is very hard to match
So if you can I'll make a batch
Of brownies that are oh so yummy
You'll want extra in your tummy!

I am so happy that we are on page six
I know I can be demanding
A rhyme a day gives me a fix
as the words are rather commanding

To bed I retire now, tired am I
But also filled with glee
As every little poem scribed
Is one closer to page thirty-three :razz:

By the time we hit thirty-three
What if you are one year more?
What if we hate page thirty-three
But you're already thirty-four?

Friends, Romans, Forumites
Coming at ya in bits and bytes
From an interweb location
To your PCs across the nation
And to other countries too
How far we reach, I have no clue

My name's Ches and I'm the best
All the ladies want to oil my chest
But I don't let em, cos I'm shy
I tell em 'I'm not that kinda guy' :P

People must wonder if I'm still here,
My postcount is low - but have no fear
I'm still about, more often than not.
I'm keeping tabs on what's hot
And what's not.

I'm a keen subscriber, see
Of the great philosophy;
If nothing of interest have I
To say, then I shall keep my pie
hole shut until such time as when
I think of something to say again :)


Tash, I couldn't help but notice
And I must point out what you did miss...
(Screw it, nothing rhymes with once!)
Of course it does, you're such a dunce. ;P

Was my 'dunce' avatar not a good clue?
It's stuck to the forum with glue!
How could she not have seen that?
Oh, what a brat. :razz:
Perhaps I should paint her face in blue? o_O

Sorry to call you a brat
I was strugging to find something to rhyme
with that.
I do not have the time
Oh, what a crime
But please don't call me a prat! :twisted:

My poem is full of words that I do not normally use
What are you going to do with me after so much abuse? :(

Thirty-three pages TF wants?
I'll have to neglect my usual haunts,
To create these pages over time,
But then she'll just want thirty-nine!

I'm sorry this rhyme is not that long,
But my imagination's gone Pete Tong,
I know I always act like a berk,
But that's because I'm tired from work.

I have to go there prior to four,
Trying not to lie on the floor,
Then come home and start the game,
Double trouble: it's all in a name.

So best of luck all who compete,
I get to rest my aching feet,
Heed my words those who attend,
Before it starts, have a wee, my friend!

What I'd really like to do
Is bog off down the pub.
Cos I really fancy a nice cold pint
And some proper british grub.

And after my food and first beer drink
Several more of those I'd sink
Until I reach a certain state
Where everyone's my bestest mate.

Then i'd toddle off back home,
With some mates, not on my own
So I can carry on the fun
The evening's only just begun :)

Tash, I couldn't help but notice
And I must point out what you did miss...

Of course it does, you're such a dunce. ;P

Ches I guess it does depend
On your pronounciation.
Different accents- we have many
Coz we stretch across the nation.

So yes, you're write, dunce could fit there
But not the way I speak it!
For I would say it "wonce" like that!
But you do say it "wunce!"

Was my 'dunce' avatar not a good clue?
It's stuck to the forum with glue!
How could she not have seen that?
Oh, what a brat. :razz:
Perhaps I should paint her face in blue? o_O

Sorry to call you a brat
I was strugging to find something to rhyme
with that.
I do not have the time
Oh, what a crime
But please don't call me a prat! :twisted:

My poem is full of words that I do not normally use
What are you going to do with me after so much abuse? :(

Oh nerdy nerdy how terribly bad!
You really make me very mad!
But I suppose I can forgive you
Because you avatar of a dunce is stuck to the forum like glue xD

People may have noticed
That my pm box was full.
Everytime I got rid of some
More came to fill the pool.

So I've deleted every one,
I'm down to big fat zero
Now all PMs should get to me
Even if they're just 'hello'

Oh Ches you very silly moose
You know not what you've done!
For each and every one of us
Will spam you now, for fun!

Haha, I just PM'd him before you posted that!
Now he really will call me a brat.
Oh boy, are we all so predictable
For sure, we're not sensible.
and now I shall fly away like a bat.

o_O

Oh it's true
Predic''' we are
(I hope you don't mind
That I used my poetic license there to miss out one or two syllables because I'm a star).
Okay, I'm sorry
I'm pushing it now
I think if I do that again
You'll all be mean and say that I'm a silly little cow.

xD

But you're my silly little cow :razz:
can I hear you go moo?
I shall let out a 'wow'.
oh look, I'm ending this with 'poo'!

Oh deary me, my dear nerdy
Let's not start that again!
To end each rhyme with that dreaded word
Did drive me round the bend!

I can't believe I didn't see
that one coming. Silly me!

Oh Ches that is a marv'lous rhyme!
Too bad it took you a long time.

Heh, was that sarcasm?
oh that rhymes with spasm
there are more words that I can invert
but I will avoid the other rhyming to spasm
'cause you're a pervert. XD

Eh? What? I don't understand!
The words you use make no sense in my land!

A pervert, me?
No way, not I!
How dare you suggest it
Why would you try?!

Right now im just sick of all this rain
Its really doing in my brain
It never stops just pours and pours
In some places it keeps wetting floors
When will it stop? when is it summer
cos all this rain is such a bummer

It's raining in the marshes
It's raining on the moors
Don't know why you're complaining
You're all sitting indoors!

Oh wow, that made me giggle
Your poem about rain.
In fact it made me laugh so much
I shall read it again!

--

I've read it again
And again and again
And still it makes me laugh.
Why do we complain
Of getting wet in the rain
When we like getting wet in a bath?

I'm freezing,
I'm cranky
I need more fat on me to keep in the warmth.
I think I'm too lanky.

You are not the only one
It's chilly here as well
I thought that June was summer?!
If it's summer, then it smells!

We had a horribly long winter this year
One that lasted from November till April
Then the mosquitoes came out in force
The happy weather so far? Nil.

Just to change the topic..
to make it more exotic,
When I was 11, we had to make lymericks
and I still remember it, with lack of skills and tricks.

I remember two
but they are quite poo,
and one goes like this:

There was a young boy from Devon
who was only elevon
He fell off his bike
Got caught up in a kite
and then he went to heaven.

:rolleyes:

(wow, 13 years later and I still remember them XD)

I shall now post my favorite limerick
That I've ever heard, it gives me a kick!

I get the most curious feeling
Whenever I look at the ceiling
My dad says it won't fall
Or hurt me at all
But why does the plaster keep peeling?

My favourite one, it has to be this
It doesn't quite fit, but don't take the ****! xD

There once was a man from Dundee,
Who's limericks stopped at line three
He wrote one like this,

(hahahaha) That one had me laughing out loud
I hope that's done you proud.
I told it to AJ sis,
who was drinking her drink and choked
but doesn't matter, I got poked
Oh what a bliss.. :(

A shame you got poked
'Coz I know many more
If I tell them to you
Will you slam the door?

Slam the door on who?
AJ or You?
Could I ever be so mean?
or is this just a dream?
And then my poem died
because my head is fried
so I'm ending this in 'poo'.

xD

I laughed out loud when I read that,
It really was simply divine
Your rhythmic skills and your poetic-ness
Makes a poem that's really quite fine!

all of these poems right here
are really pleasing to the ear
so i might add one
but im afraid it might sadden
all of those people who come near

La dee da, dee dee doo.
I'll type a tune
and hope that others
post here soon.

Hello Hello
Just found this game
Ill post a bit
Hope my rhymes don't cause pain

i like this game i like it alot
so you guys please dont let this drop
all though this is not the best, oh well
but i know theres not a game that has a bell

There once was a game called iSketch
where people would get quite obsessed
To win was the goal
To be on a roll....
To become a reg, not a guest

*shrugs*
Its late, Im drunk and iSketch server is down, forgive me :eek:

im on this forum wrighting this poem
but when it comes to names i just dont know 'em
im wearing a shirt a shirt with green
hey look haanah montana on the tv screen

i still like this thread and others too
i i know a ghost cant pop and say boo!
i keep pressing the enter to go to the next line
and 8+1=__ and the answere is nine

I just wrote a really long
Rhyme to go in here
But then I pressed control and a
And then made it disappear.

sorry ches sorry that that happend
but if you wright it again we will keep on clapping
hope that never happens again
but are you right now in your den

I wanna rhyme
now I have the time
I'm all alone
and on my own
now everyone's in their beds
I'm trying to revive these threads
Please come back
before you all get the sack!


P.s I suck at this and I finally posted here cos I was soooo bored!

Well, AJ's finally gone to bed
So now I can be top of this thread :eek:

I'm not in bed,
Don't make this game dead
Please keep it going,
oh my, the lawn needs mowing.

Oh dear but now I have to go
My Caitie needs me now you know
She wants to play "I Spy" with me
Tugging my arm "Come ON Mummy!!!"
And when I say "Ill be right there..."
She doesnt seem to think its fair
"Just close it down!" is what she pouts
So now I must - goodbye - Im outs :rolleyes:

A little ditty before i hit my bed, all sorts of rhymes floating round my head.
Ive just left isketch oh what a night, cunnyfunt was cheeky her i shall bite:rolleyes:.
I fly from stanstead early friday morning, i think the airport should have a major warning.
As its not just me boarding easyjet that day, we have others sketchers oh dear not ok.
We speak another tounge my friendly sketchers and I, the general public listening will think oh aye aye.
Landing at belfast at 755am omg so early ill barely be alive.
From the previous nights stay at a sketchers house, vodka cherry wine ewww what a nasty decline.
And on to meet cunny breakfast at hers, im still quiet pissed but i manage some slurs.
The weekend,s began oh joy what fun, spewing up alcohole i hope im not the one.
Ill save the rest of this poem for when i get home,ill sleep off the weekend first after ive flown.
Come back for verse two im sure you,ll agree, that a sketchers weekend is surely happy.:razz:

Cherry your poem was great,
A rhyme that I really would rate!
Can't wait for verse two,
So hurry up you!
Oh look, this one also ends in poo.

why did you say that last word
but if you ask, im not a nerd
and an answer to am i wearing a hat
the answer is no but have you seen a bat?

If you ask why I used the word 'poo'
The story's quite simple, I'll tell it to you.
A few pages back, it seemed to be funny
To end every rhyme in that word (no, not 'bunny')
So now I just thought, as my po'm didn't scan
I'd add one more line in, and follow that plan.

Haha, the poo joke has really stayed,
Who remembers the lovely poem Ches made?
It's on post 42.
Ah, all that talk about poo.

I can't believe we're on page eight,
Who remembers what TF awaits?
She wants page thirty-three!
We're almost a quarter there, whee!

So look at you all
this thread is comming along
I wish I could rhyme, I'd have a ball

So lets keep it going
Don't stop now
Keep on rhyming
I only wish I knew how

Ode to my bacon sandwich

The yummiest thing I have ever eaten,
Paradise on earth - my sandwich of meat n'
bread with ketchup now lives in my tummy,
though I ate it too quick and that makes me a dummy.
'twas so tasty and good that if I had a wish,
I'd ask for it to reappear whole on my dish
so I could eat it more slowly and really savour
every nuance of taste and texture and flavour.
It's so unfair that the shops are shut on a Sunday
Now I can't buy more bacon until it is Monday :(

Oh Vik, that poem was so great,
I'm hungry now, I haven't yet ate.
I'm not sure what to eat,
But I'm not in the mood for meat.

Ah, I've just decided on cheese.
It sure makes me feel at ease. (ack.)

I come back to the forums, and what do I find?
My favorite thread is just lagging behind!
No fun, amusing rhymes,
no more good old times.

So I'm posting this post
in the hopes that the most
witty and sharp people
will post rhymes, not too feeble.

For I'm not the best
when it comes to words
but like Ches,
I confess,
I love a good rhyme!
So please post in "Rhyme Time"!

I'm glad that this thread has been bumped
But I must say that I am still stumped
I never could rhyme,
So most of the time,
I just shove some words in the end that never fit or rhyme at all in the hope that no-one else will notice

Rhyming is silly, flim-flabberty fun!

You should know this about rhymes:
They really are quite
amusing
though quite
bemusing sometimes.

Here are some ideas about
what you can rhyme about:

Berries, fairies, holiday mailings
toast and toads,
steep stairway railings.
The pitter-and-pat of the rain on the roof,
Mildred's first cousin who's just lost his tooth.

Now I don't know much about meter,
it probably makes the sounds neater.
You should try it out
and see what it's about.

Now, with those two pointers, just try now and RHYME!
I think that you'll all have a jolly good time.

And now all my rhyming is done!

This is the trickiest thread I've known,
Needing perfect rhythm, pitch and tone,
"Picked an easy rhyme-word," I hear you moan,
Read the rest and you'll really groan!

My first poem as a Junior Member
I'm writing in the early hours of October,
In the morning I hope I will remember
Why I took leave of my nocturnal slumber.

This is not a chunk of literary prose,
Just words from my head, before I doze.
Who put them there, nobody knows.
It's getting late, so here I'll close.

Ah Captain, my Captain, your words are sublime
You really do have the rhythm and rhyme!

See you sketchin'
:D

Hmmm this thread is rapidly sinking,
It needs some dressing, sprucing, de-wrinkling.
'Why not add a verse?' my mind was thinking.
Are there such poets in the forum of Inklink?

Think that I should post in here
For I have not been around, I fear.
I must explain as best I can
While using rhyme. Well - that's the plan!

Working lots as usual,
But that's not all the tale to tell...
I've only gone and bought a house,
Now I'm in DIY hell!

So not much time to get online,
When choosing between oak or pine
Or painting walls and hanging shelves
Why do we do this to ourselves?!

To be honest, we don't got no chairs,
The hole where the oven goes is bare
The boiler too is on the blink
We need to replace the kitchen sink.
The bathroom suite has got to go.
The leaks through the ceiling are on show...
A TV is a thing of dreams
The bills are coming in in reams.

I don't know how much we've spent
So far on our refurbishment
(I must say I do like that line,
It scans well - mine don't most of the time!)
But it is coming along pretty fast
And should be finished by Christmast... :P

I'm just waiting for the time
That I can get my broadband line!
I've got no internet at home
We don't even have a phone!

I make it all sound pretty bad,
But its not really all that sad.
I've got a house and share it, see
With probly the only lass who'll put up with me! :)

Awww, that last line was so cute!
I wouldn't dare put that poem on mute.

Can I exchange your place with mine?
Please, I'll offer you some wine? :(
My neighbours shout all day long,
but I need to be strong
because we'll be here for the next three years
so I can't live my life here with fears!

Congrats to you and Mrs Ches(t) :P
I hope your life there is the best :P

/me snickers

I've got a great rhyme - you will see
Just hang around in here with me
Here it is - now just be warned
My rhyming prowess must not be scorned:

_____________________________________

Nerdy and Hunky in a tree
K I S S I N G.
_____________________________________

Yes, I know - its just superb!
That totally awesome use of verb
As well as cambre, lilt and scan
- better that? See if you can. :biggrin:

Saffron, that was a lovely poem!
But Nerdy might send you to a mental home.
Don't worry, I'll protect you!
(That is, until I need the loo.)

There once was an East End Lady,
Who went by the name of Nerdy.
She got married one day,
To our hip-hip-hooray!
And now she's living with "Hunky" O_O

iSketch, oh iSketch, where art thou?
Servers on the fritz, Im having a cow.
Im pacing and waiting for a clue.
Biting my nails and shuffling my shoes.
Suddenly I hear a giggle... Was it /laugh?
I run to my computer splitting the rug in half.
No... It was just some fool on yahoo.
Trying to hit on me, while sitting on the loo.
While I wait and wait and the time just passes.
Im so depressed and even skipped my classes.
I go and try it one more time.
The screen pops up and Im in.
My face lights up with a big grin,
as I get to draw my first line.
But just as luck would have it
A lightning bolt strikes.
It fries my computer and my electronic $hit
and it scares the crap out of me as I scream "Yikes!"
So much for my life now, it doesnt mean nay.
It will never be the same, without my i-S-k.

Oh Atreyu, Atreyu,
that poem was made by you?
I read that one,
While I ate a bun,
And loved the way you rhyme.

Here's a big BUMP
For the Rhyme Time thread
It lay there forgotten
It must be said

But now it's here
On top of the lot
So come on Rhymers
Show us what you've got!

wow, I missed all those rhymes about me!
I was busy, could it be?
Or was I not paying attention
and therefore need a detention,
I guess we'll have to wait and see!

Thank you so much saffy, for bumping the thread,
I absolutely love it and the rhymes I don't dred
what have you got next?
Don't write it in a text,
post it on this thread and I'll make you some... bread :|

Where is that clock that loves this thread,
the one that goes by the name TeeEef (TF),
she is not deaf,
so don't hold your breath,
all fear the clocky TF
for if you don't get to her page number
there might be a death! :eek:

Blah, that was terrible :/ (sorry to make you sound so mean, TF :P)

this is my ear,
all hearing and proud.
if it gets too big,
it'll atracted a crowd

it cannot touch
my great toe
if it gets on camreas,
it'll be in a show!

they are nothing
compared to my eye.
using my eye
is a piece of pie!

now i must end
this body poem
but before i do..
/me kisses his toeums

All I really want to do
Is have my name as most recent poster
Yet I still see Atreyu!
Pleaaasssee - just let me have the moster!! :rolleyes:

*waves to Atreyu*

Yay:
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LOL saffy,
that was so funny,
but that was so evil,
towards Atreyu,
won't you spare a thought,
for poor Atreyu?
how about me?
you don't see me?
I have to end this poem,
with a sad face.

why a sad face?
why use it?
still i think it's better
than getting bit

Im on here again,
to post in the forum games
I admit I cannot refrain,
and I sure as heck am not ashamed.

A place in time where some words were sought,
poems so nice and well thought,
youll find it here amongst friends
and hopefully this thread... never ends.

Isketch Instructions.....

That funny looking little ear
Does not mean ‘listen’, ‘noise’, or ‘hear’

Numbers are fine – please don’t whine
Symbols too – it’s nothing new

But you had better not use letters
Or you’ll be warned, and maybe scorned.

Draw a willy? – Don’t be silly
Draw a dick – get the flick

Follow the rules is what I think
If you don’t want to – go play InkLink

I'm bored, very bored
There's nothing to do
Well no, that's a lie,
But there's nothing I'd choose.

I could so some maths,
Some science, or french,
But I think I'll just sit
Here and play on isketch.

I'm not really fussed,
If my poems don't scan
Of if they don't rhyme
Because hey..isn't that what poetic licence is all about?

Lol, why aren't you at school?
I hope you didn't bunk to play in the pool.


And that's the end of my rhyme. Ta da :D

My computer caught a virus
He's looking rather sick
He's broken out in popups.
And his hard drive rate is quick.

He caught it from another comp
Who was infected by another
Its an epidemic, man!
It spreads from chip to mother-
Board...
Lord!
I pulled its cord.
It was in such as mess
I had to find a remedy
But till then he must rest.

Later that day
I turned him on
To see to my dismay
His horrible case of popups
Had not even gone away.

I don't want to see the booblies.
I don't want your silly pills
I just want my PC back,
Healthy - without ills.

(Maybe one look at those popups..
then you have to go.
Curiosity killed the cat
And the PC too? Seems so...)

Alas, for my computer,
Is now a useless lump
A giant heavy paperweight
Who has an appointment with the dump.

But at least I know now there are many
Girls in my area with time a plenty,
And I can buy viagra from
A little site in Carcassonne.

This poem is fictitious
But please exercise care
When using this old internet
Don't even think of clicking there ---> Cl1Ck M3 4 ReEl FrEEE MUNNy!! (http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h172/sechskie/virusvirusvirusmuahahaha.jpg)

Haha Ches, you are the master.
If only I could just think faster,
I might write another verse
But frankly, they are getting worse.
I, do, however like this thread
And would prefer it wasn't dead.

Who dares go there...
with their debonaire?
We shall share...
all the thought and dreams
of the world, it seems.

Who is like no other?
Worlds away from one another.
Life, beats steady,
teaching, beating heavy.
As we learn from a brother.(or sister [-p)

Are we insane?
Or maybe inane?
Do we live in our own little world?
Open it, and doors will unfurl.
You will see, we are, essentially, the same.

Do you just barely cope?
Drugged up, on some dope?
Problems of the world may seem to grow,
But with love and understanding, that will slow.
Maybe we should instill hope.

Will you leave a legacy?
Or will you be a fallacy?
For when life finally ends,
There is no more making amends.
Set your conscience free.

Atreyu

I've no idea what to do,
So I'm now going 'boo boo',
Will you invite me to a game of iSketch?
Or will you leave me in the lurch?
What a heartless friend you are,
I'd never want to see you anywhere,
So now what am I gonna do?
Is to go to the loo,
And cry and sob,
Then steal and rob,
Grab a bun,
And run run run!

Busy Busy Bee,
Buzzing so free.

Life is yours,
Watch out for the tree.

Youre so busy,
going everywhere in a tizzy.

Honey, is a treat.
Isnt it so sweet?

This busy little bee,
brings it to thee.

Youd better thank her,
do you think its free?

If not, a stinger is on its way.
So, better be quick on the say.

Off to bed the busy bee goes,
she has to rest or ne'er the honey flows.

It's that time of year again,
Just before the bloom of summer,
The annual weeks of pain,
Exam time... bummer!

Up late at night
But not with the sketchers.
Notes giving me a fright
With their abstract letters.

Now I bid you adieu,
Before tomorrow's test.
I hope I can do
My absolute best.

The Vampire

Vampire, so mysterious and dark,
Dont let him spy you, or youll soon be his mark.

Haunting shadows, move with speed,
searching to fulfill their need.

Fangs and vile screams,
Bloody horror, beyond your wildest dreams.

Victims, lay slain,
Drained every last vein.

Dawn approaches slowly.
Coffins and dirt, reside lowly.

Sleep this day,
Another night is only hours away.

Here I am bumping this thread
As its languishing down the list.
Rhyme Time neglected (http://www.isketchforum.net/showpost.php?p=121872&postcount=5116)- oh puhlease
Surely only slightly missed.....

Quick poem!
3:14 am:

In the early hours of the night,
Just before the dawning light,
My monitor keeps on burning bright,
My sketching gets poorer, what a sight!

Before I reach my mental block,
And give everybody a shock,
I say goodnight to the flock
And go to sleep at Pi O'Clock :)

/me falls in love

KittyKatt I'm pretty sure
To post within this thread
You're s'posed to make a little rhyme.
(I think that's what it said.....)

But then again, to fall in love
Is actually poetic
(and by the way, your sparkling crown
is really quite aesthetic)

So come on back and try again
Expand upon your rhyme
To fall in love is poetry
- Just tell us more this time.

:eek:
And Capt - very clever Pi o'clock :)

I was going to attempt a rhyme,
But on my post, look at the time!
I was tired, it was getting late,
And in the morn'- an awful fate!
Was woken up at 9 'o' clock,
And oh my parents they did mock,
My tired eyes and sleepy head,
And so I crawled right back to bed!

Another hour I dared sleep,
Until my cat began to creep,
"Breakfast time!" his hungry meow,
"It's time for you to get up now",
So to the kitchen I did flee,
To feed my cat, (he's called Beanie),
And now to end my rhyming tale,
I thought I would, but did not fail.



As for love, that was Pi 'o' clock,
Maths makes my heart go tick-tock,
And sparrow, he's a geek at heart,
I love him too, except his farts,
And now I guess it's time to end,
Thank you Saff, my lovely friend.

HAHA I say, well done my Katt.
You is surely where it's at!

I cannot think though why you hate
The sparrow's fart....it is not late!
It is in fact quite early morn
The time you are about to yawn

But thank you now for clarifying
Love for maths, there's no denying
Pi o'clock, that takes the cake
And now I say for goodness sake
Its time for me to stop this rhyme
And go to bed.

Goodnight XD

Well what an intersting thread i've found
The poetry here is sure to astound
I must say that I find it fun
to rhyme about the things i've done
or anything I want to say
on any given night or day
and now i'd just like to say hello
to all the folks who I don't know. =)