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Shall I Compare Thee To A Mooseburger aka The Bad Poetry Thread

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Ms Duck:
re :http://www.jimbutcheronline.com/bb/index.php/topic,10909.20.html

a scent of war, a whiff of danger
a smell of gore, a colden stranger
nothing says n00b
dashed on a boob
then amore of a dark elven ranger

Ms Duck:

to sing at sorrow of woe
id wing to borrow of Poe
from bed I said
"this thread is dead
lets bring tommorow a go"

 

One Duck:
Robert Herrick

To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,

Old time is still a-flying
And this same flower that smiles today
Tomorrow will be dying.
The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,

The higher he's a-getting,
The sooner will his race be run,
And nearer he's to setting.
That age is best which is the first,

When youth and blood are warmer;
But being spent, the worse, and worst
Times still succeed the former.
Then be not coy, but use your time,

And, while ye may, go marry;
For, having lost but once your prime,
You may forever tarry.

Blaze:
From a Virgin, Once upon a Time

I never gathered rosebuds, nay


Nor feared the coming of age.
For with age there comes a wisdom great
Tomorrow maketh me a sage
And though the Sun does race across the sky

Her slip neath the horizon
Brings visions of a farther shore
What we miss not truly gone
But rises again come morning.

Experience lets us know
Those things which youth from us conceal;
Time ages wine and knowledge
Then set firm a pace thats real

And, while you may, go follow
Both sun and moon and every dream
For, having lost but once your prime,
Chances lost come not again
Experience life's sweet cream.

Blaze:
There are no weasels
Like toe weasels
Like no weasels
I know.

They find the scent
of toe jam so appealing.
The shoe vents
send them squealing.
Their teeth rents
send you to the ceiling.

They bite onto your toe.
They fight over your toe.

-- take it away, Ms Duck!

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