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04-17-2003, 02:18 PM
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Originally Posted by HobbitUK
The sky was blue, the moon was high
We were close, she and I
Her hair was soft, her eyes were blue
I knew just what she wanted to do
I didn’t know how, I did my best
Placing my hands upon her breast
I trembled with fear, my fast beating heart
As she slowly spread her legs apart
At last I was finished, it’s all over now
My first experience with milking a cow
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you left out the part about the white stuff flowing
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04-17-2003, 02:37 PM
The Death of the Ball Turret Gunner
From my mother's sleep I fell into the State,
And I hunched in its belly till my wet fur froze.
Six miles from earth, loosed from its dream of life,
I woke to black flak and the nightmare fighters.
When I died they washed me out of the turret with a hose.
-- Randall Jarrell
WH
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04-17-2003, 02:45 PM
Here's one for anyone who thinks war is glorious:
Dulce Et Decorum Est
by Wilfred Owen
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned out backs,
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame, all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.
Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!--An ecstasy of fumbling
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime.--
Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams before my helpless sight
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin,
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs
Bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,--
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.
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04-17-2003, 02:50 PM
BTW,
Dulce Et Decorum Est = "It is sweet and honourable to die for one's country."
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04-17-2003, 02:52 PM
Yo yo yo,
I'm Office Depot
And if you don't believe me
Then I'm 'bout to show
Why things never come around
straight to me
Cuz I'm bout to get krunk in the street, you see
If you gonna try and mess with me
I'll make this nice and easy
Take you down with my right fist real fast
Make it so you'll never last
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04-17-2003, 03:02 PM
[quote="Office Depot":b3cb1]Yo yo yo,
I'm Office Depot
And if you don't believe me
Then I'm 'bout to show
Why things never come around
straight to me
Cuz I'm bout to get krunk in the street, you see
If you gonna try and mess with me
I'll make this nice and easy
Take you down with my right fist real fast
Make it so you'll never last[/quote:b3cb1]
Since when was that a poem numbnuts? oOo:
Quote:
Originally Posted by Nyck
But one of her fucking grandkids, pookie, rayray or lil-nub was probably slanging weed or rocks out of the house.
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04-17-2003, 03:13 PM
There was a young gigolo named Old reliable
Who said, "Screwing's one thing I do know.
While women are fine,
And sheep are divine,
Lama's are numero uno!"
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04-17-2003, 03:22 PM
Quote:
Originally Posted by wintersforge
i write haikus:
Lightning
Ruler of the sky
Descending down upon us
O majestic one
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gg edgar allan ho ed:
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04-17-2003, 03:24 PM
[quote="[1st] Maj.Sclass12":a3b70]
Quote:
Originally Posted by HobbitUK
The sky was blue, the moon was high
We were close, she and I
Her hair was soft, her eyes were blue
I knew just what she wanted to do
I didn’t know how, I did my best
Placing my hands upon her breast
I trembled with fear, my fast beating heart
As she slowly spread her legs apart
At last I was finished, it’s all over now
My first experience with milking a cow
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you left out the part about the white stuff flowing[/quote:a3b70]
yea i konw, i couldn't find tht version of it, i only managed to find the shortened version...
Quote:
Originally Posted by Zoner91
Here's one for anyone who thinks war is glorious:
Dulce Et Decorum Est
by Wilfred Owen
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned out backs,
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame, all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.
Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!--An ecstasy of fumbling
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime.--
Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams before my helpless sight
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin,
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs
Bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,--
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.
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i just did a SATS mock on tht poem last week, i didn't like it coz i couln't just read it lesurily, i had to annotate it and answer questions cry:
booohooo
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04-17-2003, 03:25 PM
[quote=Gerard]
Quote:
Originally Posted by "Office Depot":e6e0b
Yo yo yo,
I'm Office Depot
And if you don't believe me
Then I'm 'bout to show
Why things never come around
straight to me
Cuz I'm bout to get krunk in the street, you see
If you gonna try and mess with me
I'll make this nice and easy
Take you down with my right fist real fast
Make it so you'll never last
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Since when was that a poem numbnuts? oOo:[/quote:e6e0b]
ahahhahhah!!! Wert, Wert, To teh Homeless.
I wanna play with little booooys
I wanna play with little girls
with the fucking little jerry curls
.... cool:
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04-17-2003, 03:29 PM
There once was a man from Nantucket
Who did nothing but sit on a bucket.
He sat there all day
And did nothing but say
"You there, bring me another bucket"
Written by me.
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04-17-2003, 03:32 PM
Rhyming "bucket" with "bucket". Pure genius.
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04-17-2003, 03:34 PM
ahh come on
Can you think of another word that rhymes with Nantucket and bucket? Besides "fuck it".. wait a minute.... oOo:
There once was a man from Nantucket
Who did nothing but sit on a bucket.
He sat there all day
And did nothing but say
"I hate my life, so fuck it."
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04-17-2003, 03:46 PM
There ya go.
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04-17-2003, 03:53 PM
Quote:
Originally Posted by pest
There was a young gigolo named Old reliable
Who said, "Screwing's one thing I do know.
While women are fine,
And sheep are divine,
Lama's are numero uno!"
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ROFLMAO! biggrin:
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