This Galaxy is vast; its wonders and beauty are almost unfathomable. But the galaxy also hides dark secrets, some of which have lain dormant since the beginning of time itself. There is a danger in secrets, both in seeking and in knowing. Some things are meant to be hidden from view. Some mysteries defy understanding, and sometimes even the things we think we know are untrue. Some secrets should remain untouched.
We're on this slacking trail,
waiting for the final nail,
moving on like a snail!
The nail is coming on a rail,
Roberts and his holy grail,
may end up as THE fail,
but won't see the jail!
It is I who wish to get the mail,
stating that I need to bail,
from Real life and hail,
Disco deathly frail.
I can't understand why other people hate monorhymes. I, as an English Ph. student, find it amazing that people can find a lot of words with same rhyme and fit it.
Apparently moderators dont like rap and make up things like it being offensive and hidden flaming while everyone who is involved actually in the thing is fine with it and not offended. Thx
A girl once called for a taxi
She got in and sat in the back, see
Turned out the cab was a fake
And the driver a naughty video did make
Now on Pornhub that video shall be
Quote:I can't understand why other people hate monorhymes. I, as an English Ph. student, find it amazing that people can find a lot of words with same rhyme and fit it.
It usually has something to do with the fact that the rhymer is not keeping to a standard, which makes the person hearing it feel uncomfortable. They know it is "wrogn" without knowing why...
A server named Disco had history,
Just most of it hidden in mystery.
Some factions didn't fly,
While others wouldn't die,
and this rhym will make people sigh.
I always tried to write in metric,
but in spite my efforts,
my brain's work is only mantric,
thus I fall off scaffolds,
and...and...can't finish this song. Yeah. That's it.
This thread started off with bad rhymes
But it quickly evolved with the times
We concurred "that's enough!"
And stopped the kids stuff
Now we make limericks which are sublime