Poetry class is in sesson. Please join!

[Mr. G.]

I'm in the midst of my longest dry spell in a while, so I'll take out my frustrations in poetry. Feel free to add your own poems to the thread!

Haiku:
Summer turns to fall
The days begin to shorten
And still, no hits come.

Limerick:
A frustrated Georger named G,
Once asked, "Just how can it be,
That I wait and I wait,
From first light until late,
But nary a hit do I see?"

Cinquain:
No hits.
Although I wait,
I am getting no mail.
I cross my fingers, and yet still,
None come.

Maybe this will help! :)

--Mike

[Floyd]

It is the middle of the day
I am wondering what can I say
What the hell give me a beer
Because the Floydman has no fear

[South City Joe]

Oh, panic not to this docile juice

Finally, few of my jackets did distrust the goose

To those cell's hot ashes a raccoon may sing

Ah, to rectify was black, to refute is nourishing

.

[Mr. G.]

Oh, panic not to this docile juice

Finally, few of my jackets did distrust the goose

To those cell's hot ashes a raccoon may sing

Ah, to rectify was black, to refute is nourishing

.

This is interesting stuff... I studied psychology in college, and now I know all about you!

And just how long have you been afraid of raccoons?:)

--Mike

[Agent Splat, M.D.]

.......worn?


not without



trying first
but if I
gave up?

would it really?

would it



really matter?

[Richard392]

There once was a girl from Nantucket
Who....uh, well, nevermind.

[Floyd]

As I stumble out of the bar
Where the hell did I put my car?
I hope it is not too far away
I want to get lucky with the girl named Fay

[Mike in Pittsburgh]

My car has died
And sits outside.
Oh well, no fuss--
I take the bus
All over town
And get around.
As prices jump
At every pump,
I'm near and far
Despite no car.

[South City Joe]

This is interesting stuff... I studied psychology in college, and now I know all about you!

And just how long have you been afraid of raccoons?

Well, what do you make of this one?



While pissing in the Fountain of Youth
I chanced upon a man uncouth
Who voiced that he'd once done as I
But since had learn't in the by-and-by
That pissing was meant to be done in stalls
In a toilet or on the walls

.

[Mr. G.]

Well, what do you make of this one?
I'll do my best.

--Disclaimer--
I am not a psychologist, nor is this a real attempt at analyzing a poem; this is BS in the name of fun.

So don't take it seriously. :)
--End Disclaimer--

While pissing in the Fountain of Youth

You have issues with aging. You feel as though you are getting old too fast, and feel bitter about it. Pissing in the Fountain of Youth demonstrates this frustration.

I chanced upon a man uncouth

The man uncouth represents two opposing parts of your subconscious: your id and your superego.

Who voiced that he'd once done as I

By listening to this man, you're allowing yourself to release your frustrations.

But since had learn't in the by-and-by

Your subconscious has learned from experience things that you haven't consciously realized.

That pissing was meant to be done in stalls

This is your superego creating and enforcing societal boundries.

In a toilet or on the walls

But your id gets the last word: if you must be restrained, you will find a way to get around the restraints.


It's that kind of BSing that got me through school!

--Mike

[Mark of the Lame responses]

[QUOTE=Mr. G.]I'm in the midst of my longest dry spell in a while, so I'll take out my frustrations in poetry. Feel free to add your own poems to the thread!

Once did our entire Christmas letter in all sorts of poems..it was fun and they still talk about it 7 years later.

Haiku:
Fingers aqua tinted
The keyboard shares the shade of sea
My groin, its blue too


Limerick:
I used to keep my bills in a bucket
Without hits-- this hobby--soon I'd chuck it
At least theres the forums
Reps points--I'se a scores ems
Especially in the Adult 4M, where I showed that I am the guy from Nantucket.

[$hady]

Ahhh Limericks ----

I once started tracking bills here online
when I started everything was quite fine
but it became an obsession
like a second profession
and it upsets me when my bills you dont find.

Perhaps I will get my poetic Mojo working again - I am feeling a bit rusty........

[Floyd]

As I munch out on my chip
Boy do I wish I had some dip
My show is about to start
Looking for some wisdom from my man Bart
If bart has nothing profound to say
Guess I will get laid by my girlfriend Kay
If she does not want to give it up
Guess I will put Tequila in my cup
If Tequila makes me fall off my couch
I sure hope it doesnt ouch

[Bill Stamper]

The Time of the Season

The season's changing
It's getting cold at night time
Pull out the flannels