OOT POETRY DAY

[DoomSlice]

B-splines are a pain in my ass,
For graphics, I need them to pass.
So I'll study all day
And they I can say
"It's time to go smoke some fat grass!"

[blaze666]

My nose is falling off
It's hanging by a thread
But if i ran out of sellotape
It'd fall right off my head *aacha*

I'm completly loony,
I'm more plastic than man
1979
Is where my craziness began 'ahoo'

I live in neverland
Im unquestionably bonkers
I can't get any nookie
So i show children my conkers 'ah hee hee hee'

Im glad that i was cleared
On all counts of abuse
Im much more subtle than you think,
I feed 'em jesus juice. 'im baaaaaaaaaaaad!!'

I think you will agree
My nose is a medical wonder
But now im thinking my surgery,
May have been a blunder. 'owww'

I got loadsa money,
I got loadsa clothes,
My names micheal jackson
With my synthetic nose *grabs crotch*

I was charged with rape
My nose stuck with tape
Im the king of pop
But i should stop
Cuz my mouth is the weirdest shape 'ohhh'

I like little boys,
I like to use my toys
They ain't mislead,
But they'll climb into bed
And i'll do whatever he enjoys...

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[not mine]:

The Raven [link]

Once upon a midnight dreary, as I whacked it, weak and weary, over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten porn, as i nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a slapping, as of someone's violent crapping, crapping on my bathroom floor. Tis some prostitute, I muttered, crapping on my bathroom floor. Only this, and nothing more..

Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December, and my sorely beaten member shrank with coldness from out doors. Eagerly I wished to finish, but instead my meat diminished from the cold and frosty menace, menace whom I cursed the more. cursed for leaving me suspended in my never finished chore. never finished evermore.

And the sickest sound of [censored] that on the bathroom door was hitting stilled me, filled me with fantastic sickness never felt before; So that now, to still the heaving of my stomach I sat repeating Tis some prostitute crapping on my bathroom floor. Some high prostitute crapping on my bathroom floor. That it is, and nothing more.

Presently the sound grew stronger. hesitating then no longer, Bitch, said I, or man whore, stop your [censored], I implore. On the can is where you drop it, but so violently you plop it, that I must ask you to stop it, stop that [censored] on my floor. I am sure I will be sickly. Here I opened wide the door.. [censored] [censored] [censored] and nothing more..

Deep into that [censored] mass peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, doubting, smelling smells no mortals ever dared to smell before; but now a silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token, and a bitch or man whore was there bent or squatted yet no more. No, no bitch or man whore was there bent or squatted on my bathroom floor. Just some [censored]... and nothing more.

Back into my chamber turning, all my stomach in me churning, soon again I heard a slapping. even louder than before! Surely, said I, surely that is something at my window lattice; blowing [censored] chunks from thence at us, even harder than before. Let my stomach still a moment to as it used to be before. This thing! It [censored], and nothing more..

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a splurt and splutter, in there stepped a stinking raven from the devil's own ass core; Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he; but, with mien of bum or addict, [censored] upon my face galore.. perched and [censored] and [censored] and [censored] and [censored] upon my face galore. Perched and [censored] and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my abhorrance into crying, by the smell and raunch decorum of the black feathers it wore. Oh my [censored] god you assjew! [censored]! i said, I ought to kill you! Stinking bitch and ugly [censored], use a [censored] toilet, whore! who the [censored] do you think you are, [censored] in my house, you whore?. Quoth the Raven, nevermore.

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, though its answer little meaning, little relevancy bore; for we cannot help agreeing that no living human being ever yet was cursed with smelling bird above his chamber door, bird or beast who so propelled raunch [censored] through his chamber door, with such a name as nevermore.. .