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Post by **spot** » Tue Sep 12, 2006 6:04 am

I hope that I shall never see

a person miserabler than me

for I am bouncy, fun and gay

and everyone should be that way

I'm rarely right in what I think

my posts here often cause a stink

I'll try from now to be more pleasant

and give up acting like a peasant

Rapunzel ought to see this verse

nobody else could do it worse

but shocking doggerel has its place

in putting smiles on her face

So if she wants to add some more

and others add lines four by four

we'll end up with a game we play

to brighten up each others' day

koan · Post by **koan** » Tue Sep 12, 2006 6:26 am

Oh, cursed blight upon mine eye

Oh, wretched verse, alas and fie!

The dew full morn hath turned awry

With rueful pen I ask you: Why?

cherandbuster · Post by **cherandbuster** » Tue Sep 12, 2006 6:49 am

Roses are red

Violets are blue

Oh Spot and Koan

I can't write like you :rolleyes:

koan · Post by **koan** » Tue Sep 12, 2006 6:50 am

Unfettered, foul and festering

The words persist in haunting, pestering

To all faint hearts I do implore

Make haste from here and read no more.

Post by **spot** » Tue Sep 12, 2006 7:02 am

the reason? koan takes to task

the journeyman? she needs to ask

why do this thing? zen is a sword

whose bright edge is its own reward

koan · Post by **koan** » Tue Sep 12, 2006 7:06 am

The reek of brimstone, like a fart

Of what doth here protest to art

Infectious, base and boorish wit

Here wallows in its stinking pit

Post by **spot** » Tue Sep 12, 2006 7:22 am

I say, old girl, now steady on

what? sulfrous emanations?

Avaunt! Go to! Such thoughts begone!

Try friendlier relations!

Enough! Unkindness spreads apace

there's misery by the bucket

This Perfumed Garden is a space

to have our cake and... eat it.

koan · Post by **koan** » Tue Sep 12, 2006 7:24 am

This illbred, mangled boil-brained verse

Leads but to naught. Depraved! Perverse!

A gleeking, rough-hewn, weeping sore

That draws to it the currish whore.

Post by **spot** » Tue Sep 12, 2006 7:30 am

You need to focus, breathe the scent,

Expel disharmony

Your path leads to enlightenment

Under the Bodhi tree

koan · Post by **koan** » Tue Sep 12, 2006 7:41 am

A plague unto the Garden brought

And now the carrier is fraught

Harken how he soughs and cries

And see through this thin veiled disguise.

Post by **spot** » Tue Sep 12, 2006 7:50 am

This fearsome wen of which you speak

is trivial, and the bearer meek.

A flimsy dance is all he leads

amusing each who comes and reads

koan · Post by **koan** » Tue Sep 12, 2006 8:07 am

How the villain doth plead his virtue

When motives beg and have been seen through

To entertain his morbid glee

At being spanked upon my knee.

Post by **spot** » Tue Sep 12, 2006 8:20 am

If worldwide federation trained

you'd win at wrestling, sure

but failing that you'd end up pained,

I'd leave you on the floor.

The fundamental problem that

sheer physics brings to bear

is I'm so tall and almost fat

while you are scarcely there

At six foot two and weighing near

two hundred eighty pounds

few dinky-dolls like you, I fear,

would stand for many rounds.

koan · Post by **koan** » Tue Sep 12, 2006 8:27 am

If brawn were brought to the match I fear

I'd only win if I bit your ear

But in a duel of wordsmanship

I'd wager that I shall outstrip.

Post by **spot** » Tue Sep 12, 2006 8:37 am

Well yes, no doubting that, of course

you've far more tone and style

but first, unless you own a horse,

you'd need to run a mile

I reckon from a standing start

you might get half that way

before you faded and lost heart

and then you'd have to pay

Behind a screen and safe enough

you think it's fun to play,

you thumb your nose and act all tough -

Enjoy it while you may.

koan · Post by **koan** » Tue Sep 12, 2006 8:59 am

All flight and fancy is my foe

Yet his vomitous verse clumsy and slow

His rapier dull, his judgement flawed

His poetry a shameful fraud.

For brandishing filth and calling it art

This feckless faker I call a tart

To shame! En garde! Take up your sword!

And make amends to those abhorred.

anastrophe · Post by **anastrophe** » Tue Sep 12, 2006 9:08 am

Prattling and prating

What a happy gloom

Perhaps you two

Should get a room

koan · Post by **koan** » Tue Sep 12, 2006 9:16 am

What's that I hear? A whimpering wench

Who dares to speak from the backbench?

A paunchy pox-marked wagtag weasel

A frothy fetid rump-fed measle

Post by **spot** » Tue Sep 12, 2006 9:21 am

No doubt that prospect's full of thrills

yet were I full of yearning

I doubt my firelighting skills -

The lady's not for burning

Where was I? Ah, a tart you say?

my weapon blunt and rusty?

Even if wrecked and stood at bay

I'd claim my verse is lusty.

koan · Post by **koan** » Tue Sep 12, 2006 9:34 am

I pity the lass who may be wooed

By the spleeny spur-galled verse you've spewed

Flaccid, wilted, weak and limp

A talentless nitwitted chimp.

koan · Post by **koan** » Tue Sep 12, 2006 9:45 am

Tis not to fear but wary be

The trappings of this wanton flea

His candy-coated chivalry

Obscures true personality

Post by **spot** » Tue Sep 12, 2006 10:00 am

You underestimate my guile

I'll dally elsewhere for a while

and get you jealous as a rat

until you've had enough of that

So since here speaks a kinder voice,

young playful Pinky, she's my choice

your spiteful spleen and bileful hiss

dear Koan? I've had enough of this

With Pinky I shall sport and dive

invigorated and alive

instead of banging heads with you

I'll play with others far more true

I'll even leave a space for Cher

since Pinks and me both dote on her

We'll share in picnics, row in boats

with sandwiches and ice-cream floats

Post by **spot** » Tue Sep 12, 2006 10:11 am

Pinks, you're looking rather rushed

far too warm and slightly flushed

Change those clothes for something slinky

while I pour us both a drinky

Post by **spot** » Tue Sep 12, 2006 10:18 am

Try this gin, there's lots of ice

My, that outfit's very nice!

Everybody says you're game

and trouble is my middle name

zinkyusa · Post by **zinkyusa** » Tue Sep 12, 2006 10:30 am

hey pinky,

get kinky,

with zinky!

very Ogden Nashish yes?:wah:

Post by **spot** » Tue Sep 12, 2006 10:34 am

Arnold mentioned it to Minks

who said, like you, the notion stinks

but Chris and Floppy both concurred

it fitted everything they'd heard

I think you're primly proper, me

I wouldn't take a liberty

You still feel warm? Maybe that gin

needs freshening? There, that got a grin

Perhaps you'd like to stroll a bit

and see the Garden while it's lit

I know a quiet corner seat

I'll put some food out and we'll eat

koan · Post by **koan** » Tue Sep 12, 2006 10:50 am

What fools to tarry

whilst spot and I parry

Have they no sense

For self defense?

Now lame and woeful ploys aside

Your disgraceful strategies denied

You lewd and knotty-pated lout

It pains us all to hear you spout

Post by **spot** » Tue Sep 12, 2006 10:57 am

I never thought you such a grouch

we all know Pinky is no slouch

she's got it all, the brains, the looks

all you can muster are your books

Far be it from me to be mean

your birthday treat's deferred unseen

but honestly, it's in my mind

that in the end I'll turn out kind

koan · Post by **koan** » Tue Sep 12, 2006 11:08 am

And now the lark changes its tune

Having failed to make the ladies swoon

Pedal backwards, pigeon-liver'd toad

And proclaimeth not a moral code.

koan · Post by **koan** » Tue Sep 12, 2006 11:27 am

For the fury wrought upon thy head

Let not a single tear be shed

The mirth and humour not be lost

Resulting from the boundaries crossed

What is friendship useful for

Without some banter and rapport?

And see here not a bond disrupted

Our comradery goes uncorrupted.

Post by **spot** » Tue Sep 12, 2006 11:28 am

Toad? Less cerebral than chimp

whose moral sense is also skimp

unlike my own which burgeons large,

quite unlike Homer, more like Marge.

I failed, that's true, to make you pine

by feeding Pinky gin and wine

and anchovies and nibbly pies

she's snoring gently with closed eyes

Perhaps we ought to call a truce -

You say "his morals aren't so loose",

I'll take it back about your mind,

acknowledging you're quite refined

koan · Post by **koan** » Tue Sep 12, 2006 11:33 am

If we shadows have offended,

Think but this, and all is mended,

That you have but slumber'd here

While these visions did appear.

And this weak and idle theme,

No more yielding but a dream,

Gentles, do not reprehend:

if you pardon, we will mend:

And, as I'm an honest Puck,

If we have unearned luck

Now to'scape the serpent's tongue,

We will make amends ere long;

Else the Puck a liar call;

So, good night unto you all.

Give me your hands, if we be friends,

And Robin shall restore amends.

A Midsummer Night's Dream

Shakespeare

Rapunzel · Post by **Rapunzel** » Tue Sep 12, 2006 1:05 pm

In wanders dozy-headed Mel

Author of that 'shocking doggerel'

Opens wide her eyes to gaze around

What is this place that she has found?

Good grief! Was I invited here?

Each step I tread in deepest fear

Lest Koan, the poet, comes to whip

Me with her devilish wordsmanship

My little rhymes are just for fun

But here the Queen of verse has won

With lunge and parry she'll slice each word

I duel with her? Don't be absurd.

My dearest Spot, I know you mock

And make of me a laughing-stock

I think I'll step out of this fray

And bid you adieu and good day!

koan · Post by **koan** » Wed Sep 13, 2006 8:06 pm

Pinky wrote: Just to say this was good fun, I enjoyed trying to keep up with you guys!

You kept up rather well :-6

K.Snyder · Post by **K.Snyder** » Thu Nov 02, 2006 6:45 am

My dearest Rapunzel please don't go

Your words of thought are like a mourning glow

We all wait not in angst to hear what layeth in your next of show

I say on to this, a good night, "please", "please", don't goeth, all who aspire wait with fervent desire, to but see what lies within your gift we so admire.

Giveth credence in thy gift we all adore

Thou shalt not be quick to give up what the yearns for

A gift of words from your heart to ours, that always leaves us wanting more

Your talent goes without saying, "But a gift", "But a gift, that which must be from the gods" "Giveth the praise, for thou words are like a golden haze from the depths of heavens door.

"Please" Please" "Don't go"

Carl44 · Post by **Carl44** » Thu Nov 02, 2006 6:53 am

roses are red

violets are blue

some poems rhyme

this one dont

:(

cherandbuster · Post by **cherandbuster** » Thu Nov 02, 2006 7:03 am

jimbo;447629 wrote: roses are red

violets are blue

some poems rhyme

this one dont

:(

Ya gotta love Jimbo :-4

Rapunzel · Post by **Rapunzel** » Thu Nov 02, 2006 7:55 am

I'd forgotten this thread of fun and frolics

Probably because it's a load of Bollix... :wah:

But wait! But wait! What's this I see?

A secret admirer - just for me?

I read his words - my hearts a-flutter

And slowly the rest of me melts like butter... :-4

Tis forever since a young knight made play

And whispered words to gladden my day

But you, dear Sir, are a sweetheart, tis true

And sweet love and thanks I send to you...

Rapunzel · Post by **Rapunzel** » Thu Nov 02, 2006 7:59 am

jimbo;447629 wrote: roses are red

violets are blue

some poems rhyme

this one dont

:(

Roses are pink

Violets are grey

My verse stinks

Never mind eh?

:wah:

K.Snyder · Post by **K.Snyder** » Sat Nov 04, 2006 6:47 pm

My dear Rapunzel, my wait bears not my passion

I say with meaning, I have no contempt false from extraction;

Your admirer waits patiently amidst your shadows right to your faction

Tis not time, but speaks with heart felt desire to eliminate your slightest distractions.

For that you don't know, is my presence awaited

I've been amongst your charm to me much belated;

I beg of thy fate my prudence among beauty be exonerated

You are a beauty true to your word, in awe that I am, nothings negated.

I wait for a word, not just many, I wait for such brilliance you show in all you've stated.

"Please don't go" "Please don't go"...If I had one wish,..could our souls be related? :yh_flower

K.Snyder · Post by **K.Snyder** » Thu Nov 09, 2006 3:56 pm

Tis not but a memory, nore a masquerade;

My favor for you I give without aid.

My entity I give without hesitation;

Exacerbation is a game I feel of shame.

Much in the same I praise your fame without false heart;

If such could be, I would give unto the, all that I have worked for.

That I've worked for, and yearned to spell once more;

Thy I admire; for you I so desire; I covet all you aspire to be.

From the most heart felt plea to the elongation of the farthest sea;

To you, my heart I give on to the, and hope you accept it as my gift from me.