Wrote a poem? I wrote a poem!? Look at me, I wrote a poem!

Lightened and intact with the wafts and rafts, canopy transit wack jobs and sack lobs. Can dizzy be fizzy? For the wake crates, abates, and even in the dark attics.

Superimposing to your mid waist up and down from the feigned stakes. Little bibbles getting some sort of ire from the quite choir. Is your cantankery at wake?

Others can tangle your mess, and others can jumble your frakes but we are the mired. We gloom down with open cheeked gape not allowing cage driven mapes.

Skin them if you have to!

two poem threads in one day! wow, and i dont get it :|sAndroid17

Yeah, but one days until sundays. Haven't you ever thought of it before? Cantelope hardcore. It's a melon pre-crap treatment bath.

[QUOTE="sAndroid17"]two poem threads in one day! wow, and i dont get it :|SuperBallsBerg

Yeah, but one days until sundays. Haven't you ever thought of it before? Cantelope hardcore. It's a melon pre-crap treatment bath.

[QUOTE="SuperBallsBerg"]

[QUOTE="sAndroid17"]two poem threads in one day! wow, and i dont get it :|sAndroid17

Yeah, but one days until sundays. Haven't you ever thought of it before? Cantelope hardcore. It's a melon pre-crap treatment bath.

Sorry I don't mean to confuse. Think about it this way. It's sort of about when you sitting somewhere and it gets really bright and sort of head tizzying. Like when was the last time you got to bake a cake? Wasn't it sort of sad and happy at the same time? And how did you and yours feel? Did you come away with a tapir? Sometimes people do but only if the expect the hell out of it.

[QUOTE="sAndroid17"][QUOTE="SuperBallsBerg"]

Yeah, but one days until sundays. Haven't you ever thought of it before? Cantelope hardcore. It's a melon pre-crap treatment bath.

SuperBallsBerg

Sorry I don't mean to confuse. Think about it this way. It's sort of about when you sitting somewhere and it gets really bright and sort of head tizzying. Like when was the last time you got to bake a cake? Wasn't it sort of sad and happy at the same time? And how did you and yours feel? Did you come away with a tapir? Sometimes people do but only if the expect the hell out of it.

hahahahahahahahaha ....wait...:| hmm, i think your just playing with me now :P

[QUOTE="SuperBallsBerg"][QUOTE="sAndroid17"]what the hell are you on about??sAndroid17

Sorry I don't mean to confuse. Think about it this way. It's sort of about when you sitting somewhere and it gets really bright and sort of head tizzying. Like when was the last time you got to bake a cake? Wasn't it sort of sad and happy at the same time? And how did you and yours feel? Did you come away with a tapir? Sometimes people do but only if the expect the hell out of it.

hahahahahahahahaha ....wait...:| hmm, i think your just playing with me now :P

Well kinda sorta but I'm trying to explain the context of my poem.

It's a feeling! I'm describing a feeling. When you have pants on but don't want to. That's this poem. If there's peanut butter on your coat and you want to lick it off but there's no one to help you, that's this poem. Even while you're playing a video game and then someone says something but you don't think there's someone there and when you look you go freakshow because duh it's some sort of animal dropping by.

[QUOTE="sAndroid17"][QUOTE="SuperBallsBerg"]

Sorry I don't mean to confuse. Think about it this way. It's sort of about when you sitting somewhere and it gets really bright and sort of head tizzying. Like when was the last time you got to bake a cake? Wasn't it sort of sad and happy at the same time? And how did you and yours feel? Did you come away with a tapir? Sometimes people do but only if the expect the hell out of it.

SuperBallsBerg

hahahahahahahahaha ....wait...:| hmm, i think your just playing with me now :P

Well kinda sorta but I'm trying to explain the context of my poem.

It's a feeling! I'm describing a feeling. When you have pants on but don't want to. That's this poem. If there's peanut butter on your coat and you want to lick it off but there's no one to help you, that's this poem. Even while you're playing a video game and then someone says something but you don't think there's someone there and when you look you go freakshow because duh it's some sort of animal dropping by.

Sorry, but I really wouldn't call that poetry XDskelebull3000

Well aren't you a lambing bertrand.

[QUOTE="skelebull3000"]Sorry, but I really wouldn't call that poetry XDSuperBallsBerg

Well aren't you a lambing bertrand.

Just from that kid's story. Bertrand the Sheeper had to clip peepers... yadda, yadda, yadda.SuperBallsBerg

[QUOTE="skelebull3000"]Sorry, but I really wouldn't call that poetry XDSuperBallsBerg

Well aren't you a lambing bertrand.

My word :o How dare you? You know what that makes you? You, my good sir, are a procastrinating flabbergaster!

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[QUOTE="skelebull3000"]Sorry, but I really wouldn't call that poetry XDIqen

Well aren't you a lambing bertrand.

Lambing: the act of a ewe giving birth to a lamb

Bertrand: don't have a clue. Apparently it's a voting district in Quebec.

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[QUOTE="skelebull3000"]Sorry, but I really wouldn't call that poetry XDskelebull3000

Well aren't you a lambing bertrand.

Lambing: the act of a ewe giving birth to a lamb

Bertrand: don't have a clue. Apparently it's a voting district in Quebec.

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Good lord. You tried to google it? It's a freakin' kids story. Why don't you also google three blind mice or Thurgood Harryton.

[QUOTE="skelebull3000"][QUOTE="Iqen"] A what?!SuperBallsBerg

Lambing: the act of a ewe giving birth to a lamb

Bertrand: don't have a clue. Apparently it's a voting district in Quebec.

Good lord. You tried to google it? It's a freakin' kids story. Why don't you also google three blind mice or Thurgood Harryton.

But google is God :o http://www.thechurchofgoogle.org