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Post by Deleted on Sept 13, 2009 1:06:45 GMT -5
My face, my face, my beautiful face! Now it's scattered all over the place! Pick it up, Jina, and do it quick, Or else I'll beat you with a stick.
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Post by Jina on Sept 13, 2009 2:36:00 GMT -5
Please don't whack me Rob, For that's surely just mean. Why don't you get a job, As a man who likes to clean?
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Post by Deleted on Sept 15, 2009 8:50:36 GMT -5
A cleaning man? Well, that sounds fine. Better than working in a mine. I'd sweep and mop and clean the floors And polish the handles on the doors.
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Post by Jina on Sept 15, 2009 13:59:41 GMT -5
And don't forget you must pick up, The rubbish, like that broken cup. The environment is very awesome, Very, very, awesome sauce-um.
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Post by Lizzie on Sept 17, 2009 11:42:49 GMT -5
The enviornment is in danger, Like a certain stranger, Candy will shut up now, Cause everyone's going to go take a bow!
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Post by Jina on Sept 17, 2009 14:31:43 GMT -5
Why would we wish to bow? The show is going now. We wait until it is all over, Then we will perform in Dover.
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Post by ♥ Azzie on Sept 17, 2009 15:16:23 GMT -5
Dover, Dover, with cliffs so white Stark against the black of night! Why am I rambling about how they're pretty? It's because I can't think of anything witty!
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Post by Jina on Sept 17, 2009 23:38:04 GMT -5
Azzie, Azzie, you should learn to think harder, Or we might have to lock you up in the larder. Why not try talk about the great Channel? If you sweat it, you can just get a flannel.
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Post by Aizar on Sept 20, 2009 1:40:54 GMT -5
You might have to lock me up in the larder too Because the only rhyme I can think for that is blue. What channel dost thou speak? Is it made of oak, or perhaps of teak?
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Post by Nasuella on Sept 20, 2009 6:19:46 GMT -5
What's this about a larder? Best not to panic, Since I heard that larders can make you quite sick. I could babble about larders for days on end, But I'd run out of rhymes - again, I'll say "end"!
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Post by Jina on Sept 20, 2009 13:58:43 GMT -5
Being sick in the larder, Is really just gross. Perhaps you should try harder, To keep down your toast.
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Post by Peabody on Sept 26, 2009 22:24:05 GMT -5
Hm, I believe I'm now quite uninspired- I guess, then, I'll just rhyme with "toast." Toast goes well with jelly, and also with jam Just don't leave your toast on some post. You'll be wanting your toast - don't get it burned to a crisp! I wonder if it's maybe been roast?
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Post by Jina on Sept 26, 2009 23:55:44 GMT -5
Why roast toast? You could just boast. But the thing I like most, About toast, Is that it's supposed, To coast, When low'st.
And so then I gave, A rhyme that means nothing. Because I did crave, A big piece of stuffing.
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Post by Rachel on Oct 28, 2009 0:16:40 GMT -5
I haven't spoke in rhyme for quite some time. I hope my rhyming isn't off. For when most read my poetry, All they do is scoff.
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Post by Jina on Oct 28, 2009 4:42:13 GMT -5
I wish I could say, That that rhyme was good, And if it were true, I probably would!
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