First she was a hot girl named Filly
In her posts she teased everybody
Later outed as Warren
Leaving the guys disheartened
Yet she's really a girl, just a bit hairy.
"You're home!" yelled the clock with much joy.
"Can I help you?" ask the bird with a hint of coy.
"You're the bird that cannot fly?" asked the clock with a grin.
"Yes." said the bird. She bowed her head. "Please, come in."
The door closed with a slam, causing the clock and I to swing round swiftly.
"What brings you to my house" the bird asked stiffly.
"I...I can no longer tell time" said the clock with great fear.
"Clocks are supposed to tell time! And birds are supposed to fly! it yelled, its eyes now filled with tears.
The bird took three steps back, and then two to the side.
She reached under her wing and withdrew a letter, sat down, and began to cry.
The clock came round, and grabbed the letter from the bird.
Its black, beady eyes fixed upon the parchment, its mouth open, but he couldn't say a word.
"What is it"? asked I, with some hesitation
The clock held the letter up high, "It's the letter "X" sobbed the bird in frustration.
"The letter X!" said I with some surprise. "What does it mean, is it the reason you both suffer?"
The bird and clock both stood up, and said at the same time, "X is for X mother-Froster!"
So that's my pointless poem, with no meaning, purpose nor rhyme.
This is where I sign off, so you can get back to wasting time.
Nerds to Players
Pimps to ladies
I'm hoping for an orb count of eighty
Joo gurrl..a dove
Lobstah tail and Nuttbutter...Heaven
O.J.'s glove
make Pubah sing
La di da
look at me, look at me
I want another trophy
It's really quite easy you see
just post and click the tubes of pee
so I can be the life of the party
or the one that starts the fire
with every click my rank goes higher
Internet fan is all I desire
look at me, look at me.
Zolton wears stripey shirts
Undies's back has started to hurt
Gorckat no longer posts
Dianadada is the one I like the most
Ollie has been in her panties
Turtle is jealous of the icon of SHP
Capcons are no longer funny
Office pranks aren't either
Maybe I just have Hay Fever.
Undeniably honest,
Neato, and kind.
Does anyone wonder what's
Even on her mind?
Raptors and Frat,
What's looking in the bathroom window?
How am I going to fit this into a lesson plan?
Even the aliens want her, you know.
Read all her funny.
Everyone loves you, honey.
Longing for acceptance,
On a board for the wise.
But shall never fit in,
Since we despise,
Trailer whores.
Email in profile,
Remember, bras are not tits.
Doesn't post as much as he did.
He's probably a 12 year old kid.
HandsomeRandall has made himself scarce.
That's okay,
His Shakespeare just wasn't that funny.
I’m driving home
I’m all alone
Driving someone else's car
And I don’t have far
To go
I know
Finally in the house
Crept in like a mouse
Flashed a sign of peace
As my roommates forehead creased
Time to unpack and unwind
Empty my pockets what should I find
Cuss words fill the air
Into my hand I do stare
The look of headlights on a deer
I’ve realized my worst fear
Don’t let it be, oh please
It’s my girlfriends dammed old car keys
I’m laughed at and kidded
So out the door I skidded
But what did I forget
My good friend Mr. Cigarette
I’m gone now like the wind
Five bucks of gas to spend
My girlfriend will be so happy
But me I’m feeling crappy
Even though I aim to please
I hate those dammed old car keys.
This took him about a half hour. I wrote it while he was gone. Written in 1994. If we ever have a bad poetry contest I am so winning it.
Bend over
It's on it's way
So remember the times before you were gay
Excitement has new meaning
Cause my dick is coming in
To tickle your taint and swizzle your inards
You'll wiShakespeare'd never end
Ouch! you might say
Until you start to like it
And you start thinking of other ways
Lollipops can
Launch like rockets.
Somewhere, you're out there, doing you're schtick
Keeping up your tradition of being a dick.
If you happen to lurk here from time to time
Please take a moment to read my verse and the rhyme
Phuc always hated you, and so did we.
You're an Emerson then and you always will be.
Always the last to laugh.
Loathing tele-tubbies.
Almost agnostic.
But only when it's convenient.
Actually, usually.
Starting to ramble.
Time to go.
Everyone knows.
Rush and roulette blows my mind.
Please give me the God damn orbs
Let me have just 2 or 3
Everyone already knows I'm not funny
At least one clickie?
Screw you then, Emerson
Except, of course you, tuituiman, BisectYouAllPoet, zerocool, TheCheechLopez, professor Nutbutter, KChikita Rexasaurus, Fratberry, Jesus' Affordable Lawn Care inc., Joo Grrrrl, It's Frogpop, Frogpop,Big Irish Guy, bbig438, Dave's not here, almonds, dinesh, cakes and ale, Unapologetic Panda, MungChamp, Brubert dianerdasaur, Dropkick Brody, UnderEgg!, SIV9939, Zolton Under Glass, Spicey mcHaggis, Zeke Mahogany, Spring Chix at Tractor Supply, Manhole, Mark Hill drewcifer, BC Bud, The Mailman, Barney Friday, Jeeni jelly beani, Disco Bob hydrant-monkey, Brad Poynter and Thud.
Shut up! Quiet, you Uneducated sloth, Idiotic Retard. You Repugnant, Extrinsic Loser
Wow, how did I miss that?
Look, I don't want to hurt your feelings.
Obviously you have a crush. Like Turd
Boy. But please, oh could you please
Stop, before I say mean things, then you'll
Trip out and post a long diatribe about
Everything you find wrong with Zug. You
Really don't want that do you?
That's really Frosted
up. Someone gives a
really nice 4 orb that I
deserve. Then a Frost-ing
Bitch, gives a one
orb dropping it to two
you know who you are!