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Shall I Compare Thee To A Mooseburger aka The Bad Poetry Thread
angel relic:
I thought this poem thing over
I thought this poem thing through
Then Blaze started in with Dan Rather
And lunch was tasted anew.
I wished sucrease from torment
I wished for agonies lax
But The Duck then called it wisdom
to entreat me with penguin sax.
I never wished for harm
I never thought to tempt
the muses of ryhme and meter
to destroy my intellect.
But here I stand in rebellion
And here I stand corrected
I still spit in the face of Dante,
fine poetry remaines unmolested.
:P :D
Blaze:
No Molestar!
No Polestar!
The Starnosed Mole
She shuns the cold
When traveling afar.
Ms Duck:
payday has finnaly come
can at last pay my bills
drink some coke and rum
enjoy MMO thrills
the money is now all gone
wasted it all on frills
geus im off to pawn
my drugs, meds and pills
feds got too much guile
time to write my wills
young pretty ducks get trial
old ones they shoots to kills
from all my friends a toast
and say we miss her still
ducks make a tasty roast
quick fire up the bbq grill
Blaze:
The menfolks they line up
Ready as they are to sup
Lick their lips and smacker
It's time to eat the quacker.
O! would that she were quick
Now that the men are thick
around her breast and thighs
chests heaving with sighs.
Nor will she be pleased at
the sausage stuffing that
from her tail to her crop
Is packed in so that she'd pop.
Ms Duck:
Blaze our lithsome ghoul
in a most unkind hour
finds no brians to drool
no matter how she scour
oh with orrible dread
she lurched to her tower
be a vegetarian undead
have to dine on caulifower
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