Oh yea lima bean pickers, I think it's time 49£ got into some amateur poetry so I challenge ye to a verse off. I'll start, don't worry I'll set the bar low:
Anonymity,
the way forward for me,
that's why I'm glad I found,
For Nine Pound(s).
p.s. Conformist #2 did a very interesting post just below me, don't go away without checking it out.
(looks its inner blog advertising, I'll be forwarding invoice in due course C#2)
Wednesday, August 08, 2007
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There was a young blogger called Milan,
ReplyDeleteWho said "write a poem if you can",
So I started a verse,
and then I did curse,
"my poem is so bad it'll pan".
Ta daa!
Thanks for contributing mossie
ReplyDeleteInside my head the weather has its way,
ReplyDeleteSometimes storm clouds roll unbidden through the day,
Sometimes bright unbroken sunshine,
Sometimes I am felled by a single bolt of lightning.
There once was a girl in Knocklyon
ReplyDeleteWhose blogging was not very fine
She sat down at home
To try write a poem
Bout anything that simply might rhyme.
I wanted to write a rant-poem about how much I hate word verification but what rhymes with that! LOL
for nine pounds
ReplyDeletewould buy you some fags
for nine pounds
would get 60 plastic bags
for nine pounds
we are not all nags
but this poem
really really drags
Word Verification
ReplyDeleteI view with Trepidation
Never sure whether Sqwtrfg
Or PzxTrgf are what Google require
I worry,
I squint,
I type with care
At least we are protected
Hacker Robots haven't a prayer...
With apologies for the crapness
C No. 2
I have to agree about Word Verification.
ReplyDeleteIt causes me nothing but untold frustration.
I vote turn it off, without hestitation.
I'd love to do better, but I'm wasting my time:
If my language was Italian I'd have more multi-syllabic rhyme.
Not to mention big brown eyes and a Figure...
There lived a certain man in russia long ago
ReplyDeleteHe was big and strong, in his eyes a flaming glow
Most people looked at him with terror and with fear
But to moscow chicks he was such a lovely dear
He could preach the Bible like a preacher
Full of ecstacy and fire
But he also was the kind of teacher
Women would desire
Ra ra rasputin
Lover of the russian queen
There was a cat that really was gone
Ra ra rasputin
Russias greatest love machine
It was a shame how he carried on
(ok, how many of you started singing along?)
Your many efforts have me melting with happy pride
ReplyDeleteWho the winner is, I cannot decide
What with satire, limericks and alliteration,
rhyme, repetition & contemplation
metaphor and language,
pacing & word challenge,
The use of so many poetic devices
despite us all being such novices
Makes me feel like boasting
about this successful posting
But I'm most happy that this artform
Can still, in this age, perform
You win!
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