Channelling JBK: You finish this poem
 

There was a young dwellar from Dallas
Whose finger looked just like a phallus
We said: "we're not sorry
But still we will worry -
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If you think of "sorry",
Like the Game,
You just bump em,
Off the map,
And there's no one,
To Blame,
If it's all the same,
I per-fer to re-arange.

Now... That I liked.

that your behaviour may lead to a callous.

There was Cellarite from France
Who posted a vid of his dance
We said" You're so special
We love how your flesh all....
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Ripples and spills from your pants!

A cheeky young troll from Noo Yawk
Challenged all of the dwellars to talk
when we dialled the number
we felt kinda dumber
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You're totally winning this, Zengo

mind you, you're the only one playing.....

There was an old dwellar from Cheam
Whose regular posts were a stream
of innermost thoughts
which mostly they ought
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We call that "doing a Bradbury".

You know, the ice-skater dude. You know the one.

To be stawked by a jawk was a shawk!

A well spoken Dwellar from Michigan
Would flip from nice to bitchagain
We love her a lot
if only she'd not
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really?

Only the good bits.

Hey, YOU find a rhyme for Michigan.


I was thinking ...

... try to make Sundae richagain.

or, fuck you :)

to have stayed in the form of a dream

Try to walk like an egyptian

'Cause psychos can kill, not just stalk!

"She" sounded just like Peter Falk.

So UT invited them to walk.