In this verse you clearly imply
That Tikis goal is understanding by you and I.
Throughout is his posts, and this is quite clear
He want us confused so we burst out in tears.
My rhymes will not compete with any of you,
for I fail so hard, what ever shall I do?
It takes 5 minutes to think up 2 lines,
I would just be wasting, all of my time.
We were all stupid once
But you might be a dunce
If this truly is the case
Then go to some other place
If as you say
Your rhyming is sub-par
Then, what the hey
You still could go far.
If all that you do,
Is write in Haiku
Your poems will merely need Syllables.
Keep your mouth shut
you’re afraid of a butt
The butt of a slut
what came out of a nut
Don’t needa pair of sunglasses
to see how 'fraid of butt you is
Get rid of all that booty biz
and wipe your trousers on my snizz
You appear to be having issues.
Would you like some tissues?
I know it can be really quite sad
But just persevere, don’t get mad.
Roses are red,
violets are blue,
I’ll fuck you with a rake
When is Black Mesa going to be released
I’m tired of waiting my patience might cease :retard:
Have you ever read the particular thread
that’s called Frequently Asked Questions?
On its second subtitle, “WHEN IT’S DONE” is made vital,
and askers of more face dissection.
It’s lame seeing so much AABB:
It’s something the world need no longer see.
Though limerick’s are rude,
They’re far, far less crude -
C’mon, show some variety.
Your issues with AABB are quite apparent
You wish for a rhyme scheme that is less transparent
But I must counter that for simplicity
I must admit I am in complicity.
Sex
Sex sex
sex sex sex
sexy sex with sex
sex
This talk about sex,
it’s not what you get,
for your mask/face is unsightly,
takes these insults lightly.
i’m not much
of a poet
frankly i suck
but at least i dont have a mullet
Children can’t write shit,
You make this so evident.
Go back to your hole.
You have a mask too
Compared to mine, it looks like poo
I dunno LOL ( ¯(°_o)/¯ )
This thread seems to be stuck in a trend.
Poetry that does in tears me rends [color=black]Hey its poetry.
Perhaps it is time we let this thread die
Before it is filled with depressing rhyme.
you ring your bike bell
too hurried to stop before
me in my moustasche
When it comes to this thread’s future, I’m on the fence.
You folks aren’t really making a great deal of sense.
Our conversation’s gone awry,
and it seems at each new stanza
that your wit’s run dry. So please, let us fly
toward a new conversation
to die for, interesting and full of aspiration.
Without that level of infatuation,
this thread is doomed to cease respiration.
I feel conflagration could recover
interest here, as we flame eachother
with insults of significance
to our egos through maleficence.
The insulted make replies full
of counterinsults styled
to redirect the pressure
with words and well-timed ceasure.
It is certainly true
The post quality decreases
We should see this through
To ensure this never ceases.
While posts of no style
Are flooding this place
We should wait a short while
In case someone posts in good taste.