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Izzhov is not something that you just dump something on

Joined: 05 Oct 2007 Posts: 5543 Location: Meaningless Island
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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2007 11:59 pm Post subject: [2007] Inanimacy Appreciatory Poetry |
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I guess I'm the first person to post a thread for I.A.W. (after Fruity, of course)! I've written a poem.
Ode to the Remote
O, wondrous device
that doth rest in my hands,
you are very nice;
the best in all the lands.
When I need a channel changed
you'll be right there for me.
I can always see something deranged
done by a celebrity.
If I want to see a show
or a report or such,
you'll be where I'll go;
thank you very much!
But you aren't just to see
the TV all day.
There's more you can be.
Let me now say:
O amazing remote
you can control more
like a plane or a boat.
You sure aren't a bore!
Fantastic machine
you're the best in my book.
You're cool and you're lean
and how sleek you look!
Yes, I know it's wretched, but it isn't as bad as Vogon poetry . I encourage others to post their own here, too. The worse the better. |
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Sam is in the billiard room with a revolver

Joined: 24 Jun 2007 Posts: 1305
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Posted: Sun Oct 21, 2007 2:55 am Post subject: |
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THE REMOTE CONTROLS THE ROBOT! |
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Upsilon is the root of all evil

Joined: 25 Jun 2007 Posts: 836 Location: Sub standard
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Posted: Sun Oct 21, 2007 5:43 am Post subject: |
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Clock
Numbers that encircle ages,
Circumscribing timelike cages
Hands that whirl confound the sages
Count the hours, count with me
Shards of quartz are oscillating
Caesium is resonating
This is what the face is stating
As it sits there placidly
To my schedules I am sticking
Like a gong the constant clicking
Of the clock, forever ticking
Onwards to infinity
Best read in a deep, sonorous Kelsey Grammer voice, natch. _________________ Delivering very monthly quotes for over six freaking years, it's Upsi's Quote of the Month:
"Don't have premaritals - it hurts your pre-genitals!" -chzrm3 |
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Anonymous Haiku Man™ is a nubcake

Joined: 21 Oct 2007 Posts: 3
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Posted: Sun Oct 21, 2007 8:22 am Post subject: |
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Those are very nice
Let us see what poetry
I can come up with
"Inanimacy"
Is not a real word but we
Honor nonetheless
Bucket, O bucket -
This week's noble origins
We'll never forget
Now we celebrate
Objects of all shapes and sorts
Some examples are:
Jacket, yo-yo, shoe
Spoon and apple, cardboard box
Slinky, battle-axe
These are but a few
Of the things which we admire
On these seven days _________________ This "Signature" box -
What am I to put in it?
This will have to do |
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Shadow Blade is in the conservatory with a lead pipe

Joined: 27 Jun 2007 Posts: 1133 Location: THE GAME
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Anonymous Haiku Man™ is a nubcake

Joined: 21 Oct 2007 Posts: 3
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Posted: Sun Oct 21, 2007 9:45 am Post subject: |
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Not a single soul
Knows my true identity
It's better that way
I suggest you spend
Less time pond'ring who I am,
More time writing verse  _________________ This "Signature" box -
What am I to put in it?
This will have to do |
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Tommy is rapidly attaining fiery deathytude

Joined: 27 Jun 2007 Posts: 1595
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Posted: Sun Oct 21, 2007 11:02 am Post subject: |
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This a dark 'alternative rock' number I've written. It cuts deep to the heart of many difficult issues, so don't be suprised if you find yourself getting emotional when reading it.
Take A Bite Out Of Ground (Do Your Bit To Save 3.0 And Pull The Plug)
You open the door and see me there
On the floor, my face covered in hair
Bucket shards litter the floor
But it happened again
But it couldn’t contain my pain
Forum crash or just rehash?
Are we posting our lulz
Or are we just posting our lives
(think about it)
All the words couldn’t save me now
I’m just a faceless message and they don’t know how
The largest bucket couldn’t hold my hurt
The blood spilled over and stained your shirt
Think about it
Are we posting our lulz
Or are we just posting our lives
Posting our lives away
And they mocked my topics in the past
And they may have pointed and laughed
But they can’t reach me here sugar
A joke account? Count me out
(Sorry guys)
Guitar Solo
Through a police radio: [Be careful, as your pictures say a lot as to who the chap is that lurks beneath the avatar]
So tell me how I ended up in the corner
Bucket on my head and shoes in my face
(shoes in my face)
I left in disgrace (I left in disgrace)
Here’s what you asked for
The final word count
I’m logging out |
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