Write a poem using a CAB thread title

[Quincey]

Why no full-fat Cherry Pepsi in the UK?
Why no dark-red juice running between the lips
Of the blue jeans wearing men as they cycle
Down Hornsey Lane at 5pm to the sounds of
Mouse clicks from Cabbers entering Wimblewrong

Wimble. Wrong. Like a children's TV show
Character getting an incorrect answer on
Pointless and storming off shouting
Fucksticks. Only a Cherry Pepsi will make them feel better,
Even though orange juice is probably better for them,
and they fart when they drink soft drinks.

Pepsi bottles shining in the sun
While the Cabbers entering Wimblewrong scratch their bum.

You can do better than this. Pick a thread title and write a poem about it.

[Stoneage Dinosaurs]

I hate doing shits
I'd rather have a go on a lovely pair of tits
I hate doing shits

[Dr Rock]

Will I be struck by lightning?
Will I fall from a tree?
Will I eat a poisonous fish?
Will something bad happen to me?

Will I go to prison
For a crime I didn't commit?
Will I get bit by a rabid fox?
Or something equally shit?

Will I move to Leeds?
Will I drop my phone down the loo?
So many bad things could happen to me,
But at least i'm not a jew.

[Eight Taiwanese Teenagers]

Only amazing facts please,
I've had enough mundanities.
So tell me of the chimpanzees
Their religious epiphanies,
Crucifixions in their trees,
Only amazing facts please.

[Ray Travez]

NME to be free / still shite
men with guitars / all white
soft soggy prose / no bite
steven wells smells cos he's dead / all right

[DangledTeeth]

Write a poem using a CAB thread title
But what rhymes with title?
Orange trifle.

[Bizarro Mark Bosnich]

Monday night have some wanker singing on the street outside your fucking window.
I wish he'd fucking go
away

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[Quincey]

Hot in London what to do
Hot in London - blimey it's poo
Running through Hyde Park with Lawley (Sue)
Chased by a cow that goes moo
While Brucie enjoys the view
Poo and Sue head for the loo
The cow, distracted, heads too...
Vauxhall.

[Quincey]

Krakow
The long legged lady reaches for her basket
In the supermarket, interested in obtaining
Some of the nectarines. Next to her, a man dances
To a Simply Red album he borrowed from his aunt
When he was there last Tuesday.

[Eight Taiwanese Teenagers]

Greatest Living Briton
Leaps to his doom under a passing train
For a laugh

[the midnight watch baboon]

Dan Carlin vs. Sam Harris
Come quick, to that big arch in Paris
T-shirts are being sold
Stating whose life will be annulled
Dependent on the point of view
Of the t-shirt buyer, fraise tu
Soon, one of them will die, in Paris
Whoever the flip they are.

[HappyTree]

The dead swans lay in the stagnant pool.
They lay. They rotted. They turned
Around occasionally.
Bits of flesh dropped off them from
Time to time.
And sank into the pool's mire.
They also smelt a great deal.

[Dr Rock]

The dead swans lay in the stagnant pool
probably gypsies innit.

[Hangthebuggers]

Black glass, the science of mong[nb]I'm using the word as art, but go to page 327 and work backwards. Lots of the use of 'mong' used then. Tsk.[/nb]
Do my degree for me, Naughty toys

Can I borrow your 'art'?
Tiny telly!
Ignore

Filming the pretty things
Make a decision for me
Rubbish Birthdays
Ignore

[Sam]

Photography again -
The careful framing
Of a ripple
Sets off the evening blues

Another sunlit leaf -
gentle trembling of
Your mum's nipple
Sets me off in my troos.

[Lisa Jesusandmarychain]

Photography again
clicking at ten past three
(surely that's been done as a tag by now?)

[non capisco]

Little & Large Xmas special 1980. Extraordinary.

Pops was in a foul mood already
The turkey was dry and
the company was enforced
rather than enjoyed

Eddie sent him over the edge
Capering incessantly
next to a silent partner
Unrelenting in his inanity
and yet pleased with himself
How is this allowed?

Now they're dressed as toys
jumping on a trampoline
and this isn't even kids TV
This is meant for US, he's shouting
Eddie and Syd land on their arses
I laugh
He shouts at me
THAT WASN'T FUNNY
I'm crying now
And they're still jumping about regardless
Forget last year
This is the winter of discontent.