Here's my haiku:
I'm an accountant
We help the rich get richer
Nobody likes us.
I'm an accountant
We help the rich get richer
Nobody likes us.
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Rocco's poetry thread
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OK just announced. Everyday I will award a "poem of the day" award, this should be motivation enough to gain thousands for replies. Winners will be given a $100 drink card to PC's bar and grill 
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Now that's what I am looking for. DCFC is able to describe his inner feelings through only a few words. Now I really know what DCFC goes through in his everday life. Than is more to life as an accountant than a bunch of numbers, they have feelings too.
DCFC you have a talent, don't let it go to waste.
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- Apr 20, 2001
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Here's a piece I just whipped up.
He walks in beauty like the night
His hair so long his eyes so bright
His neighbour sees and stops to stare
The earth, the sun, the moon
They all seemed to dwell there.
Where now shall his long stride take him
Far away? or near but out of sight
The road is hard, the foot is soft
Shall that mean, he shan’t go oft.
Who can tell unless his soul be laid bare
The endless warrior, a light from the August moon
Shall it ever be understood or even guessed at
The reasons why, the way ahead?
Who cares if you have a nice warm bed.
He walks in beauty like the night
His hair so long his eyes so bright
His neighbour sees and stops to stare
The earth, the sun, the moon
They all seemed to dwell there.
Where now shall his long stride take him
Far away? or near but out of sight
The road is hard, the foot is soft
Shall that mean, he shan’t go oft.
Who can tell unless his soul be laid bare
The endless warrior, a light from the August moon
Shall it ever be understood or even guessed at
The reasons why, the way ahead?
Who cares if you have a nice warm bed.
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Clayton,
Shane be thy name
99 games of suffering
Cause me hurt and shame
Shane be thy name
99 games of suffering
Cause me hurt and shame
Now the Nostrajars Society has translated this obscure passage and declared that he is predicting Daniel Chicks move to Fremantle.
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Originally posted by Docker_Brat
Now the Nostrajars Society has translated this obscure passage and declared that he is predicting Daniel Chicks move to Fremantle.
LOL
I think that is teh sort of poem that you work out the meaning after you write it.
Could sell that for thousands!!
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The winner of "BigFooty Poem of the day" gets to go into my signature. Don't all post your poems at once now, we don't want BigFooty to go down again.
- Apr 29, 2001
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Oh Nicky you're so fine, you're so fine you blow my mind, go Nicky! go Nicky!
This is what I've sung for nick stevens for ages now...
Nick is the best
There is no contest
He has silky skills
And looks to kill
He is better than the rest
Well I tried!!
This is what I've sung for nick stevens for ages now...
Nick is the best
There is no contest
He has silky skills
And looks to kill
He is better than the rest
Well I tried!!
Bitter enemies battling to the death
Both from a far off land
They will fight to their dying breath
This battlefield is not theirs
They fight not for land
But for the other to shed tears
Drawn to this hellish place
The orchestrators of this pact
Unable to save face
The great bird, mighty and frightening
With such force it unleashes
Capable of extinguishing lightening
When the great battle is halted
By a fanfare of trumpets
The army again great, its advocates exhalted
The forces of darkness defeated
As the combatants trudge homeward
Should they stir again, may the result be repeated
Both from a far off land
They will fight to their dying breath
This battlefield is not theirs
They fight not for land
But for the other to shed tears
Drawn to this hellish place
The orchestrators of this pact
Unable to save face
The great bird, mighty and frightening
With such force it unleashes
Capable of extinguishing lightening
When the great battle is halted
By a fanfare of trumpets
The army again great, its advocates exhalted
The forces of darkness defeated
As the combatants trudge homeward
Should they stir again, may the result be repeated
Well kids, you tried your best. And you failed miserably. The lesson is: Never try.
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Now that's about the Crows beating the Power in a prelim final at the MCG when forced to play there by the AFL
Nice work.
Stealing Funzos
Put them in my sack
Stealing funzos
Makes me hurt my back.
Fin
Put them in my sack
Stealing funzos
Makes me hurt my back.
Fin
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Mark
It is fair to say that you are producing gold today
Keep it up
Hoggy
(btw, poem's don't have to rhyme)
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Originally posted by Hoggy
(btw, poem's don't have to rhyme)
Its all about Iambic Pentamater!!
If I should die, think only this of me:
That there is some corner of a foreign field
that is forever ... ahh, screw you Stephen Gough!
happy_in_hell
Cancelled
apologies to all those offended:
If i die in a russian war
bury me with a russian whore
spread her legs over my face
and tell the boys i died with grace
If i die in a russian war
bury me with a russian whore
spread her legs over my face
and tell the boys i died with grace
I wanted to make a poem for Rocco's thread,
So I thought up a short one inside my head.
But I don't have the talent, I don't have the time,
I can't even make the words, um, sound good.
So I thought up a short one inside my head.
But I don't have the talent, I don't have the time,
I can't even make the words, um, sound good.
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me and DEES RULE came up with this a LONG time ago... but i spose it's time to pull it out again (for those of you who don't realise it;'s the begginin gof BRING IT ON)
I'm sexy, I'm cute, I'm popular to boot!
I'm bitchin, great hair,
they girls all love to stare! I'm wanted, I'm hot, I'm everything you're not!
With oil, I'm rubbed, I dominate this club
Who am i? just guess! i wanna wear a dress!
For calenders, I pose, but many think i'm gross
I've got it, I jump, You look but don't wanna hump!
I'm major, i score, my girlfriend is a whore
I'm cheered, so i lead, don't tell 'em I'm on speed
Hate me coz I'm so hairless...
well i don't like you either!
My name is Woey... but you can call me SILKY
I'm sexy, I'm cute, I'm popular to boot!
I'm bitchin, great hair,
they girls all love to stare! I'm wanted, I'm hot, I'm everything you're not!
With oil, I'm rubbed, I dominate this club
Who am i? just guess! i wanna wear a dress!
For calenders, I pose, but many think i'm gross
I've got it, I jump, You look but don't wanna hump!
I'm major, i score, my girlfriend is a whore
I'm cheered, so i lead, don't tell 'em I'm on speed
Hate me coz I'm so hairless...
well i don't like you either!
My name is Woey... but you can call me SILKY
Originally posted by blues^rock
me and DEES RULE came up with this a LONG time ago... but i spose it's time to pull it out again (for those of you who don't realise it;'s the begginin gof BRING IT ON)
I'm sexy, I'm cute, I'm popular to boot!
I'm bitchin, great hair,
they girls all love to stare! I'm wanted, I'm hot, I'm everything you're not!
With oil, I'm rubbed, I dominate this club
Who am i? just guess! i wanna wear a dress!
For calenders, I pose, but many think i'm gross
I've got it, I jump, You look but don't wanna hump!
I'm major, i score, my girlfriend is a whore
I'm cheered, so i lead, don't tell 'em I'm on speed
Hate me coz I'm so hairless...
well i don't like you either!
My name is Woey... but you can call me SILKY
I nominate this as Poem on the day. Fantastic movie, and great cross referencing to the bloke who stole Westy's Brownlow
A young man
Heir to the throne
A glass house
He throws a stone
Regal claims
Of the sport's dynasty
Agree no one
On the game's first family
Heir to the throne
A glass house
He throws a stone
Regal claims
Of the sport's dynasty
Agree no one
On the game's first family
Plagerism!
