Bad poetry corner

[Zelot]

My hand, it finds my pants, for Zoners love.

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[Reverend Del]

I can't do poetry
I can't quite sing
In fact i think I've mucked up the rhyming style of this poem
I'm not sure but I think it sucks
...I'm right.

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Saint Del is considered a holy healer of diseases of children, but also as a protector of cattle.

[Grumblesaur]

There once was a spammer named Hunter
who flies in the Order against Bunters.
He likes to play girls
and make their toes curl
when they rub together their c-

Wait, that's not appropriate for the forums.

There once was an admin named Cannon
who liked to have streaks of bannin'.
He likes to drink beer
in a cup of good cheer,
but it throws off his ship when he's landin'.

There once was a dealer named Cody
who sells to his friends and roadies.
He slips them some crack
so they keep coming back
like Youtube to Adrien Brody.

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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.

[Tanker]

The unfinished poem..

There once was a man from Nantucket...

[Grumblesaur]

...Who vomited into a bucket.

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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.

[Crackpunch]

Upon finding no other solution, Crackpunch said suck it.

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[Independent Miners Guild]

...and the miners ran away with the spoon.

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[Jihadjoe]

I'll never have the power of Betjeman
To form words of beauty and wonder... Man,
God denied me the descriptive ability of Tenny-
- son, and I'll never reach the heights of Keats.
But give me, for each bad rhyme, a penny,
and that should keep shoes on my feets.

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[Petitioner]

I was feeling blue, and wanted some pew, so I grabbed my trusty old Nyx.
But what is this, my tech is mixed,
and so I can't think of a way to end this poem,
but I'm off to a damn good start.

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[Grumblesaur]

Now this is a story
all about how my life
got flipped, turned upside down
and I'd like to take a minute
just sit right there
I'll tell you how I became the captain
of a ship called Bel-Air.

In west Planet Erie
born and raised
in the flight school where I spent
most of my days
taking off, rolling
and turning all cool
and all shooting some Mollies
outside of Poole,
when a couple of guys
they were up to no good
started making trouble in my neighborhood.
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
she said you're buyin'
a battleship called the Bel-Air.

I whistled for a ship dealer and when he came near
the transponder said "Fresh"
and had mortars in the rear.
If anything I could say that this ship was rare
but I thought nah, forget it,
I'll take the Bel-Air!

I pulled up to a the launch pad about seven or eight
I yelled to the dealer "yo homes, smell you later."
I looked at the helm; I was finally there
to stand at my computer as the Captain of Bel-Air.

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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.