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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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.