• Let's write a poem
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I think we all know how to rhyme words, so it shouldn't be hard to understand what we do here. [b]Description:[/b] It's basically going to be like a never-ending story thread or something, only in poetic form. You can post an entire stanza, or just a single line, but there must be some rhyme scheme; non of that hipster free-form communist bullshit. [b]Format:[/b] This poem will consist of 4-line stanzas, in ABAB format. Example: [quote][i]My drink is blue, And I am gay. So are you, But that's okay.[/i][/quote] [b]Rules:[/b] [list] [*]You [i]must[/i] stay relevant to the previous line/stanza. The topic may change completely over time, but it must be gradual. [*]Don't quote the last line/stanza. It just ruins the flow. If you get ninja'd, edit your post quickly or snip it and try again later. [*]Stay on topic. Refrain from unnecessary comments, etc. [b]Anything that isn't part of the poem must be (enclosed in parentheses).[/b] [*][highlight]Use proper punctuation! Make my life easier, so I don't have to edit out your stupid mistakes.[/highlight] :siren: [/list] [release][i][b]The Poem (As of the last update):[/b][/i] There was a farmer Whom had some armour. He had bad karma Because he sold flour. He travelled to the field Of daisies and shit To gather a meal From his cut-out of Brad Pitt, Which hides a seal That opened its mouth in awe While a dragon was keepin' it real. So chill he couldn't thaw. Like its no big deal He just broke the law With an electric eel That he later ate, raw. That looked like dawn. Simple, thought fawn. But then came the moon And proved that theory wrong So he looked at the sky With a firefly Knowing the world would end soon Because Fat Albert needed to find somebody to moon. And then the farmer went back to farming. He farmed lots of carrots and shit. "Let's take a shit together," he said, Out mouth foaming thick thick spit. But as time went on, The crops became scarce. [/release]
There was a farmer
[QUOTE=MangoJuice;28279472]There was a farmer[/QUOTE] That had some armour
He had bad karma
Because he sold flour,
He travelled to the field
Of daisies and shit
To gather a meal
From his cut-out of Brad Pitt.
which hides a seal
That opened its mouth in awe
while a dragon was keepin' it real
So chill he couldn't thaw.
like its no big deal
he just broke the law
with an electric eel
That he later ate, raw
that looked like dawn
simple thought fawn
But then came the moon And proved that theory wrong
So I looked at the sky
with a firefly [editline]25th February 2011[/editline] And what can you do with them?:smug: [editline]25th February 2011[/editline] You can cut of their wings, go to bath and let 'em run around your penis GIVES YOU AN ORGASM!
knowing the world would end soon
I hate these threads, I never post because I always think i'll say something wrong and mess it u- oops.
because fat albert needed to find somebody to moon
And fat Albert wich comes from Sweden, because only Sweden can turn a dumpster into an artillary army
And then the farmer went back to farming
This thread is more like an "*amount* story go":v:
out mouth foaming thick thick spit
"Lets take a shit togheter!"
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