I often wish that I in verse could speak, But dare not do, lest men my verse critique. I call upon you loungers, lounging here: Within this thread let naught but rhymes appear. And write in iambs grouped in pairs of five, Such is the form that rhymers best contrive.
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RedCream2014-11-12 4:38
ON THIS DAMN FOARUM I SLAP OUT MY RHYMES DODGING THE GOAT, WHO FINGERED MY CRIMES SPEAKING OUT THE WORDS, MOAR AYY THAN OAH ROALING THIS FOARUM, AS MY REDCREAM SHOA
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fart man2014-11-12 4:51
Redcream, those words you used I do not know, Such words, for example, as "oah" and "shoa" Can you to me those definitions tell? Oh boy, I think those words indeed are swell.
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RedCream2014-11-12 5:48
Oah, you want me to poast thoase definitions? Foar sure?
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fart man2014-11-12 5:55
Thou speakest not in rhyme, though, yes, indeed. Methinks I will delight in what I read.
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Anonymous2014-11-13 4:44
I see this thread, and raise a doughnut for all the poker fans in hobart who bet with sweets and other treats because chocolate cookies are rather cheap =)
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Anonymous2014-11-14 2:04
I hope you enjoy this disruption of your rhymes I prefer haiku
with all due respect five syllables describe you anus guy a shit
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RedCream2014-11-15 1:54
I click on the site. The Threadshitter? Just not here. I admit his roal.
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fart man2014-11-15 1:58
Why with haiku do you this thread debase? They're naught but spam, and they this thread disgrace.
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fart man2014-11-15 2:01
Redcream, to you a humble plea I make: Please leave the lounge for all of lounge's sake.
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RedCream2014-11-15 2:45
A thread summary I am getting fart man's goat The finger, delayed
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RedCream2014-11-15 17:17
Then a day passes Fart man is humbled, absent The foarum, silent
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Anonymous2014-11-15 19:05
fart man, eleven your word order is all wrong have you had a stroke?
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RedCream2014-11-15 19:08
I am worrying Fart man is still on AWOL Is he dead or drunk
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Anonymous2014-11-15 20:09
when I read a post it is about my anus all subjects as one
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Anonymous2014-11-16 0:39
A challenger comes Leaving sticky residue Dude, that's fucking gross
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fart man2014-11-16 3:07
Redcream, I still am here, though slightly sad; My thread, as I expected, has gone bad.
15, I speak like this, though slightly strange, So that I can my words in rhyme arrange.
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RedCream2014-11-16 3:09
Yoar thread has improved Do not define poaetry Merely enjoy it
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fart man2014-11-16 3:41
I should not other forms of verse discard, For you are right, in merely one regard. Let me Petronius' quotation cite, From his Satyricon, this small delight:
Inveniet quod quisque velit: non omnibus unum est quod placet: hic spinas colligit, ille rosas.
"There's naught that pleaseth all, though chance disposes; For one man gathers thorns, the other, roses."
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RedCream2014-11-16 13:53
Be it rose or thorn, one plant produces It's the plant that provides our common juices I've said my bit, to deeper ends Now this rhyme at last 'twixt us amends
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fart man2014-11-16 18:19
I like that you've with dignity confessed, But I have one more simply put request: Can we the spamming of our haiku cease? I'd like to see the rate of rhyming verse increase. May we the honor of this thread restore, And spam the thread with haiku verse no more.
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RedCream2014-11-16 20:30
My eyes view the thread I see no spam, just concerns Haiku validates
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Anonymous2014-11-16 23:50
You forgot one thing Ars gratia artis, man Or fars in your case
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fart man2014-11-17 20:52
>>25 "Art for art's sake" should always be in mind, Except, this thread was not for haiku verse designed.
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fart man2014-11-17 22:08
This verse, I must confess, I had not written, It was by Purcell, and it left me smitten:
Once, twice, thrice, I Julia tried; The scornful pus has oft denied. And since I can no better thrive, I'll cringe to ne'er a bitch alive. So kiss my arse, disdainful sow, Good claret is my mistress now.
Thread design seems fine I post; it accommodates De facto, de jure
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fart man2014-11-18 1:30
Fart man now presents His first ever haiku verse. Not bad. Could be worse.
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Anonymous2014-11-18 4:23
Tried a limerick In the form of a haiku The sleeper awoke Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn
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fart man2014-11-18 5:05
There once was a user and poet Who thought he could write and would show it. He would write all the time, And would use awful rhyme, His works were so bad, but he didn't yet know it.
Who is the man of whom I just did write? Myself, of course. I view my works with spite.
What do you mean by: "As fart man learns iambic"? I already knew.
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Anonymous2014-11-20 6:00
Leans, "farts," iambward Omitting the R, EdCream Meant no offense.
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fart man2014-11-21 22:22
>>39 I'm sorry, RedCream, I an error made: I misread "leans" as "learns"; whence came my post. From thence, I had in haiku form portrayed Myself a fool, who did of iambs boast.
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RedCream2014-11-22 1:28
>>42 Fear not, all is fair in proase and scoar I gambled "iambic" would prove noa furoar Google proavides, while not always consulted Taking these risks makes sweet what resulted
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Anonymous2014-11-22 2:09
Ten on the clock I'm so fucking drunk right now What's a syllable?
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Anonymous2014-11-22 5:00
>>44 I do believe that You forgot a syllable Within your first line.
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Anonymous2014-11-24 19:54
When I consider life, tis all a cheat. Yet fooled by hope, men favor the deceit. Trust on and think tomorrow will repay; Tomorrow's falser than the former day.
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Anonymous2014-11-25 1:02
Hammering away I'm no fucking crossing guard I hope love conquers
Yo what the fuck you mofos think you doing This makes the crowd shouting and booing You bitches too weakass to do proper rappin Thats why we ride to your hood gonna get some slappin
You aint no fucking pimpin hustlers Youre just a bunch of wannabe gangster busters Cant come up with a ballin rhyme That crap you saying aint worth even a dime
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fart man2014-11-25 10:09
The name of friendship, when it's fruitful, clings: For pebbles on a slate are fickle things. You keep a steady face while fates remain, And yet your speech takes flights when all's in vain. Actors are frauds. This man's a dad, they'll say, Or son (their names reflect their role that day.) The laughing actors' pages will be closed, The mask will drop, and truth shall be exposed.