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Post by arrucard on Mar 16, 2008 16:24:34 GMT -5
aye hath not obey thy will surely die
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Post by Lan on Mar 16, 2008 16:25:47 GMT -5
listen to the wise They speak words of true nature beware the mighty ~clark b listen to Arrucard John |
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Post by arrucard on Mar 16, 2008 16:28:41 GMT -5
si senor
obey the admin
Aiyee!!
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Post by Lan on Mar 16, 2008 16:29:34 GMT -5
lol, what was that
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Post by John on Mar 16, 2008 16:38:54 GMT -5
i shall now compose a short limmerik
There once was a young man named crow
who sought all his power to show
now he sleeps in a tent
his house full of cement
to john, you will pay what you owe
-John Gilliam
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Post by Lan on Mar 16, 2008 16:40:02 GMT -5
how is a limmerik set up? End rhymes?
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Post by John on Mar 16, 2008 16:40:52 GMT -5
i believe the rhyme scheme is
A
A
B
B
A
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Post by Lan on Mar 16, 2008 16:41:10 GMT -5
aha thank you much
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Post by arrucard on Mar 16, 2008 16:42:22 GMT -5
so with him having his power for show he was now reaping what he sowed?
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Post by Lan on Mar 16, 2008 16:42:23 GMT -5
When john came into town
And decided to walk around
he was surprised to find
a hidden land mine
Ah that crow, what a clown
~Clark Bilbrey
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Post by John on Mar 16, 2008 16:44:00 GMT -5
and now, free form poetry
I will siphon the gasoline from your automobiles, and set your house on fire
-John Gilliam
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Post by Lan on Mar 16, 2008 16:45:32 GMT -5
XD
Tommorrow, check your lunch for poison
~Clark Bilbrey
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Post by arrucard on Mar 16, 2008 16:46:05 GMT -5
for fire is painful it burns the skin never to heal leaving death leaving decay
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Post by Lan on Mar 16, 2008 16:47:10 GMT -5
thats not even a poem =p
John, walk the plank, or i will give you a shank
-Clark Bilbrey
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Post by John on Mar 16, 2008 16:47:34 GMT -5
tomorrow, check your mail for bombs
and pay no attention
to the man across the street from your house
with a gun
-John Gilliam
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