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[louscroo]

Steve's rhyming poems
Seem like he's trying too hard.
He's compensating.

[Rigwyn]

Awe screw it...
I'll give it a shot.
This is dumb ....

Louscroo, Louscroo Peh!
A loose screw or a screw loose?
Scroo you too Louscroo!

Ok, I tried,
And it sucked.
I give up.

* Rigwyn smirks, "louscroo"

[Zon]

Awe screw it...
I'll give it a shot.
This is dumb ....

Louscroo, Louscroo Peh!
A loose screw or a screw loose?
Scroo you too Louscroo!

Ok, I tried,
And it sucked.
I give up.

* Rigwyn smirks, "louscroo"

Riggy just took my nickname for Loose Screws

[bloodedIrishman]

Welcome to the thread Rigwyn,
You'll find your poetry in the bin.
When I read your attempt I laughed and laughed and could not help but stare as if held by a hook,
comparable to when I saw George W Bush trying to read a book.

Though you tried to ridicule Louscroo,
your humor was as exciting as a cow saying 'Moo'.
Come back in two lifetime's and try your hand again,
and you just might be a challenge by then.

[Tirion]

I saw an Irishman reading a poet
I was then feeding my pet
The Irishman gave me  The poet
And I give the poet as food to my pet

Though you mocked Rigywn
I'll throw you to the bin

[Tirion]

Anyone wanna reply?

[bloodedIrishman]

Attempting to combat me
in this arena of poetry
is more humiliating than quaffing a bucket of piss
as I strike terror like a rattlesnake's hiss


Defeating me a greater feat than crossing a crocodile-infested moat
my scathing words harder to bear than acid in your throat
A poetic militant and lyrical warrior
In poetry's dying throes I am a savior

[scotty110]

You may feel like you're all in the zone.
Your lyrics made me giggle and moan.
Now you've gone and made me write up my own.
Cus in this arena of poetry I pwn.



Halbor bows.

[Geoni]

Attempting to combat me
in this arena of poetry
is more humiliating than quaffing a bucket of piss
as I strike terror like a rattlesnake's hiss


Defeating me a greater feat than crossing a crocodile-infested moat
my scathing words harder to bear than acid in your throat
A poetic militant and lyrical warrior
In poetry's dying throes I am a savior

Allowing you to speak of pee,
and calling that poetry,
would cause one to think idiocy is amiss,
but thankfully, it's your ass nobody will kiss.

You have less meaning than a down-syndrome goat,
your scathing words are less acidic than oat,
A poetic's nightmare, you are still inferior,
degrading poetry with your ranting behavior.

(I posted when scotty posted his so I'll fry him too in a good old modify)

Hablor is the 110scotty,
and I've heard better rhythm come out of my potty.
He writes up his own and fails to hit below the belt,
it's only sympathy I read and felt.

[bloodedIrishman]

Geoni,
why do you deny that your birthday wish is a pink pony?
And is pink the color you most love?
The color that you used to dye your muff?

[Geoni]

Saying I deny is but a filthy lie,
pink is the hottest color for this guy.
You come onto the forums and speak of muffs,
no, I think you've said enough.

[bloodedIrishman]

Lesser men have always sought to sabotage me
envious of my writing's sagely poetic quality
Upon me the fools heap their despise
eager to see me fall from my transcendent rise

My stairway to greatness was formed from the fallen corpses of my foes
for all they were worth they served a greater purpose as steps under my toes

My destiny's path is paved with the flesh and bone of these abhorrent hoes
Their stench of mediocrity a stark contrast to my godly body's scent of wildflower rose

Bring the rhymes!

[Sangwa]

To Irishman:

These stairs you claim to climb,
Seem to be leading you nowhere.
Those steps are filled with lime,
And your words with hot air.

You take such time to recite,
That I hear yawns, not rhymes
From the challengers you incite
With those dry, shameful gibes.

True, they'd yawn at me too,
Since their brains are asleep.
But if you did what I do,
They would also weep.

I'd try a different path,
Since that one stinks,
And your tendency I'd correct,
Since roses are for queens.

To Geoni:

You made me modify
This beautiful message,
Since your way to defy
Is less than average.

Don't fight fire with fire,
When it's hardly a match
Or you'll simply inspire
A derogative laugh.

[Gurth Quakemaul]

Dear Sangwa, your quill drips of poison so sharp,
all those that read its child dare not to harp
the wielder of such a venomous pen,
as witnessed by long silence, here, in your den.

And yet I stand braving the lion at home,
as a fledgling wordsmith, still new to the Dome.
Bent on ending your fortnight's reign,
willing rhyme's river to flow once again,
I utter without doubt this void-ending spell,
so that no longer words' sweet sound be quelled.

[LigH]

May I challenge you to something constructive? ... A poem in memory of Lolitra.