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10269380 No.10269380 [Reply] [Original]

Poetry thread. I'll start.

There once was a hobo named Dave,
Who had a dead whore in his cave.
She smelled like shit
and was missing a tit
But think of the money he'll save.

>> No.10269413

>>10269380
that's a limerick

>> No.10269414

>>10269380
>>10269413
good tho

>> No.10269421

There once was a wojak named Anon,
Who thought he was smart like Steve Bannon.
He smelled like shit
And kept shitting up /lit/
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>> No.10269462

When, long ago, the gods created Earth
In Jove's fair image Man was shaped at birth.
The beasts for lesser parts were next designed;
Yet were they too remote from humankind.
To fill the gap, and join the rest to Man,
Th'Olympian host conceiv'd a clever plan.
A beast they wrought, in semi-human figure,
Filled it with vice, and called the thing a Nigger.

>> No.10269526

>>10269380
Rhyme is stifling,
and time is frightening
yet,
the divine is welcoming
to crime that's inspiring.

>> No.10269562
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10269562

Watching my roommate fix the tv
gargoyle sitting on the edge of a building
so many people
do you see them
stone eyes don't blink
wonder if they cry tears, or pebbles
if it's the latter
they'd make a clink clink
maybe hit someone on the head and roll
down into the sewer
so that a rat might carry it so long
so far, and then back
hopefully it doesn't get toyed with by a cat
but if it does
I doubt the stone golem would care much
doubt he'd want his pebble back.
He named it Jacob before squeezing it out
A long ladder with very little slack
until a pin prick in the back urges our protagonist forward
To soar with flowers
among flowers
pollen sneezes
humans pollinate

>> No.10269566

>>10269380
nice

>>10269526
ew haha

>> No.10269586

>>10269380
>limericks are poetry
>>10269414
Doesn't belong in a
>poetry thread
even if it was good

>> No.10269590

>>10269562
Terrible

>> No.10269595

>>10269590

excruciatingly

>> No.10269599

>>10269586
>limericks aren't poetry
explain

>> No.10269620

>>10269590

here ok how's this

some guy replied to me
on an internet board
and i was like
i wonder what he means
and then i was like
i wrote that in 4 minutes let's see what you got
and also
check that picture
you goofy twat

>>10269595
sup me

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10269713

I'm eating a pot of noodles,
It was the first time I tried
this flavour.
Of which whom'st name is Udon
Finishing eating, almost Idone

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10269730

>>10269380
Then spake the bold Sir Bedivere: "My King,
King everywhere! and so the dead have kings,
There also will I worship thee as King.
Yet still thy life is whole, and still I live
Who love thee; but who hates thee, he that brought
The heathen back among us, yonder stands,
Modred, unharmed, the traitor of thine house."

Then spake the King: "My house hath been my doom.
But call not thou this traitor of my house
Who hath but dwelt beneath one roof with me.
My house are rather they who sware my vows,
Yea, even while they brake them, owned me King.
And well for thee, saying in my dark hour,
When all the purport of my throne hath failed,
That quick or dead thou holdest me for King.
King am I, whatsoever be their cry;
And one last act of kinghood shalt thou see
Yet, ere I pass."