Write a Spontaneous Poem

[Dingleschmutz]

Originally Posted by Sundae Girl

You'll fit right in

Cheers.

[sikcboy]

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!

[monster]

Newcaaarstle? ya gotta be posh. Did you just make that up?

[Dingleschmutz]

The Toon Army? The Geordies? Fuck them. Blue is the colour.

[DanaC]

The Toon Army? The Geordies? Fuck them. Blue is the colour.

Hey! I like Geordies! (and you're wrong the colour is patently red!)

*Does the Man Utd topping the Prem League dance*

[Dingleschmutz]

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*

[lumberjim]

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.

[DanaC]

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...

Arsenal was top of the table and if they win against Liverpool in their next match they'll be back there.....but until that Man U are back at the top (where they belong!)....Arsenal has two games in hand though, so it's a temporary thing :P

*Does the Chelsea beating Man U for the FA Cup dance*

That's nice dear

[Dingleschmutz]

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

[ElBandito]

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.

[xoxoxoBruce]

Welcome to the Cellar, ElBandito.

[ElBandito]

Cool! Thanks. I look forward to loads of future posts!

[monster]

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

[DanaC]

Welcome ElBandito! Good start mate. I really liked that poem. I love the description of 'Judas birds' especially.

[ElBandito]

Why thank you!