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Originally posted by Scayde

There once was a boy named Tybaltus
Whose Favorite thing was to stalk us
He'd put the wax on
Quote an old eighties song
And try desperately not to annoy us

Thats the way this thread works.
With rhyming and all of poetry's querks.
Though the person who is the butt of your joke, mad: )
Is Tybaltus, the nicest of all the folk.

Originally posted by Chanak
Rules are for fools,
Or so the rebellious say.
The halls of SYM are padded,
And fully medicated,
Would you like some Xanax
With your Thorazine, mister Tybaltus sir?

I think I'll start latinizing
Everyone's online name here.
Henceforth you shall be known as
Tybalticus Parrotus Opus Gropus,
And Sleepy shall be
Sleepium Spamicus Drusillus Maximus.

Just call me Chanakikinus.

Oh my. Say it not true.
That I have become another victim of a post.
I just hope I get help from my followers and crew,
Aw.....who am I kidding? I am toast.

Ah, my heart is warmed, and my soul softly sighs,
For into this demented thread
My true love has arrived....

Scaydeus Beautifulicus Curvaceous Angelicus Maximus.
Dammicus...

Alas, I am still waiting for my true love...
Oh wait! Here she comes, as beautiful as a dove...
I have always had this dark craving
For the music called new wave-ing.

Shake the Disease -by Depeche Mode

I'm not going down on my knees,
Begging you to adore me
Can't you see it's misery
And torture for me
When I'm misunderstood
Try as hard as you can, I've tried as hard as I could
To make you see
How important it is for me

Here is a plea
From my heart to you
Nobody knows me
As well as you do
You know how hard it is for me
To shake the disease
That takes hold of my tongue
In situations like these

Understand me

Some people have to be
Permanently together
Lovers devoted to
Each other forever
Now I've got things to do
And I've said before that I know you have too
When I'm not there
In spirit I'll be there

Here is a plea
From my heart to you
Nobody knows me
As well as you do
You know how hard it is for me
To shake the disease
That takes hold of my tongue
In situations like these.

Understand me

Originally posted by Scayde

My Dearest Chanak
You set my heart racing
'Tis no wonder you're called
Captain Amazing

My heart is aflutter, like storm-tossed shutter,
At the rumor of your presence
I am consumed with desire.

If I am amazing, and my passion brightly blazing,
It is due to your presence,
My dark angel of the storm.

Sleepy, Sleepy, where have you gone?
Look at the mess
That your nonsensical thread has become.

Do you lurk with baited breath,
Awaiting the wrath to come?
Do you fume with boiling fury
At Tybalticus' blasphemy
And complete lack of good taste?

Do your thoughts bubble in a cauldron
Like kettle cooked potato chips?
Just make sure they're buffalo wing flavored
And do try to avoid the MSG.

I envision you pacing, your dark thoughts a-racing,
Muttering the words of this long-forgotten spell:

"Bubble, bubble, toilet trouble,
I'll transform Ty's brain
Into Barney Rubble!"

I have found That
Mister Sleep is: right
No more
Shall I use punctuation
Very well

Be a rebel, and dare to be different,
Your young mind is falling prey to
Normalcy.
When black is white, and wrong is right,
And the moon becomes the sun at night,
The last thing you ever want to do
Is agree with Sleepy.
Selah.

Originally posted by Chanak


"Bubble, bubble, toilet trouble,
I'll transform Ty's brain
Into Barney Rubble!"

No! No! That cant be right.
Saying "Hiya Fred" would give me too much fright.
Maybe if you left my mind alone
It would be nice, like the smell of cologne.


And whats this I hear?
I have bad taste now?
There is nothing to fear.
My taste is excellent, of this I vow.

Ach Tung
Aycaramba
Oh, wow,
All i ever do is spam,
so slam bam, thank you ma'am,
i don't know whether spam is ham.

Oh Z, you see, there cannot be,
No confusing spam
With green eggs or ham.
For certainly, said brave Sam I Am,
I do not like green eggs and ham...
But spam?

Tybalticus, O Parrotus Opus Gropus,
Pop music of old is usually found blase...
Though the lyrics you posted,
Were deep and dry roasted,
Then soaked in the oil of pain, and salted with despair...
I will make an exception
To my initial reception
And see the meaning that is truly found there.

Oh my gosh! Im laughing so hard.
Kayless' and Chanak's poems were hilarious.
And for once my confidence is not marred.
Because after many of these poems, my position is always precarious.

I'm bumping this thread
I don't want it to be burried deep
I mean, it's even better than bread!
It is something that I wish on top to keep

Chanak
o n c e tried to manipulate
Me Why do you always call me? young
It is like an orange peeled in only
one bit.
Expressing yourself cannot be
taken seriously if you
DO NOT
abndn slly nd ldfshnd cnvntns
lk vwls nd s n.

frogus rogus ogus...
Orange marmalade on raw oysters with a pinch
of ginger seems to make the world spin round
and round.
Try it with a few beers sometime.
If you're going to abandon vowels
Why not abandon consonants, too?
That way your posts would look like this: