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

[Ms Duck]

paens for goddess the duck wrote

trembles in fear of divine brow smote

offers humbly treats nutella

and tastefull pics of nude fella

so high one might post more turn coat

[Priscellie]

You'll get your wish for more Turn Coat tonight at 2AM EST!

Also, you people are demented.

[Shecky]

You'll get your wish for more Turn Coat tonight at 2AM EST!

Also, you people are demented.

Pot kettle black much?

[Blaze]

Waldo Butters
better than
Doctor G.
A Medicine Man
Who dances
to the tune
of Polka prances.

Waldo waltzes
with wild hunt
Big ol Sue
Who zombies punt
with her tail
Harry astride
a whooping wail!

Modest Waldo,
says, doctor? No.
Although an ME
must farther go
in studies of anatomy
the tale of woe
and doom to see.

Spry, and smart
Bespectacled man
Heals the Harry
Like no one can.

In the know,
yet unseen
Dr. Butters
whose keen
mind lurks
below the radar
of evil jerks.

[Ms Duck]

twas one young sage ms molly
built up stage like ol lass dolly
the boys did care
bout her shower there
but 47 pages ? oh good golly !

[Blaze]

Harry thought, "that girl looks fine."
But he knew to draw the line,
at the daughter of the Fist of God,
Who might put him under the sod.

[Torvaldr]

Harry Harry quite contrary
never gets enough
but with a young wizard
who wanted his lizard
his brain told his lizard that's tough

[Blaze]

Love is a prickly pear
for a poor wizard
like Harry to bear,
especially when so
much danger is near.

Harry's a glutton,
but doesn't seek pain.
He learned his lesson
when he loved Elaine.
He learned his lesson
that love was in vain.

Harry again learned
His lesson with Susan
He loved her well,
and then took the bruisin'
she went away but
come back with tattoosin'.

Luccio!  Luccio!
Ever so hot.
'Specially with that
new body she's got.
They'll go a ridin'
and it'll hit the spot.

You know that,
being Harry, and all,
the other shoe
Will certainly fall.
So we hope
as romantics do,
That Luccio won't
be under that shoe.

[Ms Duck]

and all quite wit writ list of Harrys  lost loves
to add might fit a bit missed one tost dove
allas beautifull toe mass
so dutifull, but no lass
still hopes mitt is get, Harry wears but one glove

[Blaze]

Thomas loves unwisely and too well
His heart in sister Lara's clutches does dwell.
Her name and being are Justine and just.
For her life to him she's given and her trust.

Wife, did Harry say, of this sweet lass,
White tressed, blessed with white Vampire's love. 
Redemption shall it come to pass?
Can Thomas be her knight, shining from above
Will grace bequeath to him a sword (not cutlass?)

How can love be without the briefest touch?
How can love last with such a pain filled past?
Thomas, can a brother's deep care be such
Revelation that a demon might be surpassed?
Harry defeated his evil Lash, the power no crutch.
Are you, as well, in such strong forging cast?

[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!