Posted by Eyesonly at host217-35-66-251.in-addr.btopenworld.com on June 09, 2003 at 17:33:40:
In Reply to: LET'S HAVE A CONTEST posted by shitty andeee...DEAL WITH IT! on June 09, 2003 at 14:59:51:
: Let's see who can make the best, funniest poem. I'll be the judge, motherhumpers.
: GO!
I posted once upon the board
And got so flamed my temper soared
So I visited a certain house
And hid inside, quiet as a mouse
My pistol cocked, my knife in sheath
(By the way, my name is Keith)
I waited 'til the lights were out
And suffered from a lingering doubt
To stab, to shoot, which was right
For my revenge this very night?
I crept upstairs, a shadow man
In my mind a cunning plan
Shoot and stab, a proper job
While at it, perhaps to rob
The flamer of more than life
While using pistol and knife
From room to room I wandered, cool
As a cucumber, that's the rule
To follow if you're killing bent
I really am a cautious gent
The slumbering form I found at last
And then I stood, oh god, aghast
I must get out, scram, run fast
That face so fair, not the flamer
Guess who it is, I'll not name her
The reason, reader is not pure fear
But becasue I can't think of a rhyme for Fluffy!