Bad poetry corner

[Mordrom]

It should go without saying
That said should have been
Exactly indescript
Having said what should have been said
We contemplate

*REPEAT

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[(ツ)]

"Oh freddled gruntbuggly
thy micturations are to me
As plurdled gabbleblotchits on a lurgid bee

Groop I implore thee, my foonting turlingdromes
And hooptiously drangle me with crinkly bindlewurdles,

Or I will rend thee in the gobberwarts
with my blurglecruncheon

see if I don't!"

thats the 3rd worst i could come up with.

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That biplane just shot down my jet!

[Jihadjoe]

And the second worst is that of the Azgoths of Kria. The worst fortunately died with it's creator, Paula Nancy Millstone Jennings of Sussex.

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[Slartibartfast]

Vogons everywhere!

[Dashiell]

FOR THE CORE

ossies to the left, ossies to the right
Gebs screaming 'where is fight????!!!'

No backup, no chance
Yet still I advance

Alone in my Moray
Ill clear the way

lock-ok, fire repeat
like a boss in my dual nova steed

A flash

2 huge explosions

It can barely be seen

But then it appears

















the bloody respawn screen

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[Dashiell]

My shield fails me
Just as I have in life

and then dawns the realisation 'oh ****'
that blue thing headed straight for me, thats a SNAC

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[Sabre120]

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Enough of this rubbish
Get in the back of my van.

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Dream Theater - "Sabre120 and Jongleur officially win. That is all."

[Toaster]

Furys are red,
Vengeances are blue,
I want Connie in bed,
After eight dreads ganked you.

- Toaster, 2012

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Olivia Sable

[Petitioner]

I stole this from elsewhere.

Roses are red,
violets are blue.
In Soviet Russia,
poem write you.


More to come (if I can get my damn poetic side working again). I hope to show you all how truly, utterly awful I am at poetry.

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[Grumblesaur]

A trochee, an iamb, a couplet or two,
or maybe the sounds of a drunken crew.
The tones of this thread are really quite dull
when your rhythm and rhyme skills are basically null.

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A way a lone a last a loved a long the riverrun, past Eve and Adam's, from swerve of shore to bend of bay,
brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to Howth Castle and Environs.