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Here goes a limerick by yours truly -

My name is Jay,

I ain't gay,

I am just a dude,

Who's nude & crude,

Now don't be a prude!

Do awaken the poet inside you & post your stuff!

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Here goes a limerick by yours truly -

My name is Jay,

I ain't gay,

I am just a dude,

Who's nude & crude,

Now don't be a prude!

Do awaken the poet inside you & post your stuff!

enjoyed yours, should be fun, i'll post mine tommorrow... :D

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I have over 200 poems but I'll spare you most of them...

Here are the limericks I've done:

There once was a driver from Frome

Who now lives in a motor home

He was always the gloat

With a beard of a goat

He resembled the garden knome

There once was a driver named Michael

Whose time it had come to recycle

His bad driving, cheating ways

And no overtaking faze

Oh whose going to miss you poor Michael

There once was an Aussie named Mark

Who made several an odd remark

But in a single flash

His opponents he'd crash

And it soon became his trademark

There once was a great team called willy

Whose retirement rate got silly

The drivers they sacked

Were glad of the fact

They managed to escape team willy

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I have over 200 poems but I'll spare you most of them...

Here are the limericks I've done:

There once was a driver from Frome

Who now lives in a motor home

He was always the gloat

With a beard of a goat

He resembled the garden knome

There once was a driver named Michael

Whose time it had come to recycle

His bad driving, cheating ways

And no overtaking faze

Oh whose going to miss you poor Michael

There once was an Aussie named Mark

Who made several an odd remark

But in a single flash

His opponents he'd crash

And it soon became his trademark

There once was a great team called willy

Whose retirement rate got silly

The drivers they sacked

Were glad of the fact

They managed to escape team willy

:lol::lol::lol:

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There once was a great team called willy

Whose retirement rate got silly

The drivers they sacked

Were glad of the fact

They managed to escape team willy

let me add that one of their recent recruits happily signed coz he had no other better option :)

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Let me add, you should do some reading up on the idea of a 'sense of humour'.

(and of my custom title)

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I have also wtitten many serious and thought provoking poems over the years. Here's a taster;

1. Brace

Brace,

You ruin my face,

You are a disgrace,

Brace.

2. Teeth

Teeth,

Rot quickly,

Rip them out,

And drink fluids.

3. Michael Jackson

Michael Jackson,

You were once black son.

4. Aids

Aids,

I have you,

I am dying,

Thanks aids.

5. Jason and Kylie

Jason and Kylie,

Are my world entirely.

6. Ray Dolby

Ray Dolby,

Your mother told me,

Filtering hiss,

Is as easy as p**s.

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A lot of deep meaning there. I found Ray Dolby particularly affecting.

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A lot of deep meaning there. I found Ray Dolby particularly affecting.

Of poets and...muses perhaps? Russ, is your new signature a bit of penwork from you? If you've explained it already in another thread, bear with my question here :D

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:clap3: Good work loser boy, kay and dribbler. Very entertaining. Stephen Fry has a great book on poetry, and the writing thereof, called "The Ode Less Travelled". I strongly recommend it. Here's my humble attempt.

I go by the name of Murray,

But only online so don

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:clap3: Good work loser boy, kay and dribbler. Very entertaining. Stephen Fry has a great book on poetry, and the writing thereof, called "The Ode Less Travelled". I strongly recommend it. Here's my humble attempt.

I go by the name of Murray,

But only online so don

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:clap3: Good work loser boy, kay and dribbler. Very entertaining. Stephen Fry has a great book on poetry, and the writing thereof, called "The Ode Less Travelled". I strongly recommend it. Here's my humble attempt.

I go by the name of Murray,

But only online so don

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Of poets and...muses perhaps? Russ, is your new signature a bit of penwork from you? If you've explained it already in another thread, bear with my question here :D

I must regretfully inform you that it's something that I can't claim responsibility for. But! I've dug out some of my stuff and am in the process of scanning it for posting. Should only take a couple of weeks............

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I come and I bring a sad poem....

"I AM CRYSTAL METH "

This was written by a young girl who was in jail for drug charges, and was addicted to crystal meth . She wrote this while in jail. As you will soon read, she fully grasped the horrors of the drug, as she tells in this simple, yet profound poem. She was released from jail, but true to her story, the drug owned her.

Please keep praying for our Children, Teens, Young adults. Understand, this thing is worse than any of us realize...

My Name: "Is TIK "

I destroy homes, I tear families apart,

take your children, and that's just the start.

I'm more costly than diamonds, more precious than gold,

The sorrow I bring is a sight to behold.

If you need me, remember! I'm easily found,

I live all around you

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Nice going everybody! Perhaps I've got confused o'er the technicality of a limerick. Are the first 2 lines supposed to rhyme with each other & the last line? I thought first 2 lines & next 3 lines are two separate groups of rhyming. N'er mind,for better or verse, here's another one -

If you are a prick,

Do write a limerick,

If you are a twat,

I'll give you a swat,

And you'll lay flat!

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My Friend Roderick

My friend Roderick,

Isn't very good looking,

But he's very able,

At making seaside bookings.

He's got a little Citroen,

That's black and also yellow,

We go for trip to Brighton pier,

It makes me feel quite mellow.

We bring back sweets, and pebbles,

That are lying on the shore,

Roderick's carrying H.I.V,

He not my friend anymore.

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I come and I bring a sad poem....

"I AM CRYSTAL METH "

This was written by a young girl who was in jail for drug charges, and was addicted to crystal meth . She wrote this while in jail. As you will soon read, she fully grasped the horrors of the drug, as she tells in this simple, yet profound poem. She was released from jail, but true to her story, the drug owned her.

Wow. Awesome and very frightening - and my kids wonder why most parents would gladly castrate drug suppliers....

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Nothing More To Be

Shadows creep behind the lilac sheet

The shattered wine glass lays discreet

Upon the pitiful and apologetic

The once pathetic, now poetic

Being is more than simple existence

Or is there nothing more to be

Once the wine has been sipped

Can there be no turning back

The suicidal dagger within us all

That cuts painlessly as we fall

But digs too deep to ignore

Fallen once before

The cold sharpness up in the air

The warm copper masking smell

Won’t camouflage blood red

No it won’t absorb

She lay undisturbed in her own

No longer feared the unknown

How is silence favoured

Over life itself

One of my faves!

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This is how I feel whenever I try and write poetry, from one of my favourite poets:

From my bed

I watch

3 birds

on a telephone

wire.

one flies

off.

then

another.

one is left,

then

it too

is gone.

my typewriter is

tombstone

still.

and I am

reduced to bird

watching.

just thought I'd

let you

know,

****er.

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