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Verbwhores Poem 2008

Started by Jemble Fred, January 23, 2008, 09:23:57 PM

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Jemble Fred

Limericks are petering out. Search 'Multimongia Fridge Door' for past poetic efforts. This is a new one. No fucking rules. Write one line, two lines, half a line, who cares? Let's just write a poem.

THE VERBWHORES POEM AGAIN.

When January, with its dick-faced woe,
Comes and goes and comes again,
Then goes,
Perhaps

Don_Preston

"What meter are we working with?" asked Jules
to his brother Pierre.
"I could not care,"
came the reply.
"Two Francophones talking perfect English?
Whatever next!" lauded Matron,
lining her shot up on the pool table.

Ginyard

#2
The Day of the animal

Come here little kitty, called Bete de Jour
Naked and lost in his dream
The Verbwhores looked on, uncertain, unsure
Now that's one cat that has got the cream
(said Neville)
and it looks like he's going to get more

A.A Milne

the midnight watch baboon

#3
Quote from: Jemble Fred on January 23, 2008, 09:23:57 PM
Limericks are petering out. Search 'Multimongia Fridge Door' for past poetic efforts. This is a new one. No fucking rules. Write one line, two lines, half a line, who cares? Let's just write a poem.

THE VERBWHORES POEM AGAIN.

When January, with its dick-faced woe,
Comes and goes and comes again,
Then goes,
Perhaps
January's polarous lights are a riddle!
-Is it the sun or perchance the moon;
Bleeding through curtains and flooding my room?
A haze of white that kisses the dark!
How stark, the contrast; how stark, I bark.

February, the cousin, the short cousin, its horizons plain


Neville Chamberlain

Quote from: the midnight watch baboon on January 24, 2008, 04:53:57 PM
January's polarous lights are a riddle!
-Is it the sun or perchance the moon;
Bleeding through curtains and flooding my room?
A haze of white that kisses the dark!
How stark, the contrast; how stark, I bark.

February, the cousin, the short cousin, its horizons plain



It's spelling so counterintuitive, like
The snow it brings, but sometimes doesn't and probably
Won't this year either, what with global warming
And all that

Ginyard

#5
Rock
Paper
Scissors
equals
cheap arse miniature Tracey Island

Jemble Fred

When the red red panda,
Starts to meander,
And knuckles are covered in cum,
Then go to the place,
Where the virgins embace,
And

That's it – just complete balls. When we reach any kind of conclusion it'll be read out on CaB radio.

the midnight watch baboon

...And- oh, expectancy!
Tour de brain, circuit searcher,
Inbuilt catharsis poetry Sherpa,
He has no cum, and won't himself.

Lo! unzipping for the pleasure of sex
Obscene and grape-like, ne'er purple.
Watching

Jemble Fred

, forging, pushing forward,
Purging, tapdancing, Tits.
When thou hast done, thou hast not done,
For you missed a bit.

quadraspazzed

Ode to My New DS

O yes, O yes
I love my DS
Mario's great fun
Reminds me of being young
Zelda's top notch
Gives a stirring in my crotch
Yoshi Island's still unwrapped,
But Tenchu's pure crap
I shall have to trade mine
And get Metroid Prime
(Because Tenchu is really really really fucking shite)


Ginyard

But what could be shiter than love?
Anne of Cleves asked herself as she swung from the eves.

The glint of the eye in the runt, from above
gave her jovial thoughts so she started a hunt

'To London, to London, to buy a young stud!'
fat Anne cried as she wresteld the fox in the mud

You insane fat old bitch!
cried the knave who had started to itch the gold plum that had made him so rich

Jemble Fred

Henry hunted her down and he cut off her knees,
She sank to her stumps and she begged the king "Please!
Don't hack off my head just cos I'm not a looker,

Ginyard

do Howard instead, she's a right fucking hooker

the midnight watch baboon

I jiggled Howards's's six best major organs in a colander
Blood clots, plasma versus cells, fifty-five percent possession
Hopped crazy!! slightly like small peas in a giant well-pool, fighting gravy
Sometimes I cut myself to test knives, it's disingenuous

Jemble Fred

But that's as maybe, as maybe can be.

They're changing guard at Buckingham Palace,
I followed them home and the Queen kissed my phallus,
All of the soldiers were terribly jealous,
I'll go there again in the morning.

Bluebirds

dredd

Quote from: Jemble Fred on February 01, 2008, 08:43:43 AM
Bluebirds..

..are rubbish
As are songthrushes,
Nightingales are overrated,
And frankly larks can go fuck themselves.

Bill Oddie is wasted on them.

Transubstantiationalist ritual

Ginyard

consubstantialist tit y'all
anti-substantialist shit pool
terminology fuck all

use these terms to confuse the minds
of those of lesser caring
to screw them up then spit them out
takes less than usual daring

be a hero play the fool

Jemble Fred

Givin' a performance like old Peter O'Toole,
Stand up straight and kiss my ass,
And play the old joanna just like Myleene Klaas.

Gateway bands and Kwik Save bands and Safeway bands abound,
But I prefer the big bands like Glenn Miller or Ezra Pound.

What the fuck

the midnight watch baboon

Are those Arctic Monkeys?
Check listed; Narc? Tick. Spunk? Please!

Northern soul has frittered away,
The colander clouds have leaked its spray,
Sunshining not love in a form less liquid,
Radiating filth, and sperm, and unshiny pennies with the Queen's profile D, e, a, d,

Small Man Big Horse

I used to have so much to say
Now I lie here with nothing
It's not even the kind of bleakness
You can wryly smile about

Ginyard

But never fear
Condor Man is here to strip down the folk
who pretend that a bomb is made of egg yolk
here me cry
why?
I'll tell you sir indeed
if you need a good place to get off of your face then
here's
what
I
say
........aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaoooooooooorrrrghhhhhhhhh

Ginyard

I appear, in the past, to have gone temporarily mental
dark shadows etched deep in the crevass of my mind
To escape from the chains will require a handle

the midnight watch baboon

Who's crazy? I'm not allowed a pen,
In my penitentiary.
Sectioned for cutting, and thinking with slices;
My breakfast broth is served in blocks of ices-
Slippy, cold, and rather unbroth-like.
I write this in the air with a wettened finger,
Carving thoughts from the argon etc

Hank_Kingsley

DEADLY FRESH ANUS

Spare some change sir?

He's here from Slough to train us

Care for a maim dear?

There's a leak and the ship is sinking,
and all you can do is sit drinking

You never answered my question
about the sister in dirt you sequestered
and that about the flesh you molested
INGESTED

fresh deadly anus

We were in a sixth form garage band
cut a couple of decent songs for a local
compilation
we befriended a producer called Nathan
he offered to lend us a hand
our career was going places
we had a song called 'deadly fresh anus'

I wrote the lyrics and Steven sang the vocal
Ben was in hysterics and we were all so cool
UNTIL A DEATH



non capisco

Myself, I never learned to drive
It helps the public stay alive
My clumsy instances, though rife
Have never yet caused loss of life
But stick me in a car, I'm sure
I would create a corpse or four

But have you seen the loons that take the bus?
This one guy goes to me
"You look like Laurel and Hardy"
and I go
"What, both of them?"