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there was a young man from newcastle,
who once did a poo in a parcle, he sent it by post, to his friend on the coast, who unwrapped it and exclaimed what an arsehole! |
Newcaaarstle? ya gotta be posh. Did you just make that up?
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The Toon Army? The Geordies? Fuck them. Blue is the colour.
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*Does the Man Utd topping the Prem League dance* |
Oh, I forgot... There are people in England who actually like Man U. But Arsenal's top of the table right now, are we still living in last year? In that case...
*Does the Chelsea beating Man U for the FA Cup dance* |
My poem is very spontaneous.
Not going to any great pains, I'm just Writing a few lines down here in the dust. Now you can criticize this if you must. |
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Ahh, crap, you're right. Rooney's still a clownpocket though ;) If you feel some hot breath on your neck, that's my Blues finally coming around and charging back up to the top of the table where they belong. Whomped Man City 6 nil today :)
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First post, I'm kinda inspired; No rhyme, no meter, no nothing but free and slightly structure stream-of-consciousness. I hope you like it.
mankind is a terrible beast we do things without thinking no rhyme no reason (like this poem. seriously) i ate a sandwich the other day and threw the crusts to the birds so my hair would not curl (any more than it already is) and i watched the sparrows little judas birds squabble and fight taking the bread and trying to fly (there is reason to digression, wait and i'll explain why) then i thought about the worms deep and moist below ground safely hidden away (or so you'd think) except when they surfaced carrying minature mua'dib and are then snapped away by the early bird (and herein lies the tragedy of my poem) for mankind is a terrible beast we take we eat we ruin we procreate disaster and noone thinks about the worms (unless they want to lure fish from the deep) so when miles and miles and miles are paved with concrete the worm knows nothing of the world above (like we know of the world below) and so he surfaces and crawls and crawls and crawls looking for enlightenment (aren't we all) but we never question ever what it's like to die when your head is crushed by a skateboard wheel. |
Welcome to the Cellar, ElBandito. :D
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Cool! Thanks. I look forward to loads of future posts! :D
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he came, he saw, he posted prose
that is how cellaritis goes first the serious, then the silly next the debate 'bout havin' a willy |
Welcome ElBandito! Good start mate. I really liked that poem. I love the description of 'Judas birds' especially.
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Why thank you!
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