come on people, it's time to write... the best rhymes of the night! they needn't be long, or even goode hell, they can even be about wood! now this is an order, from a queen - although, i'm not trying to be mean... go on, do it, rhyme!! now is the time!
rhyming rocks... i live in a box next to that fox who has dread locks and purple socks... you guys rocks my socks!
You are such a great queen Ed even though you copied my thread George won't let me in his bed but I will love the forums until I'm dead
that rhyme was so awesome cooler than a possum i'm sorry i took yer thread all this queen stuff is going to my head!
work tonight was great should go to bed as its getting late. I'm not really tired but I don't want to be fired.
nobody will talk nerdy to me they all talk dirty, you see but a nerd, i'll continue to be 'cause when i'm nerdy, i feel free!!
This one is a story... Confessions of Sharon I am Sharon, The forums whore,When I try to quit, I just want more.I must post 500 times a dayI can't let anything get in my wayI post even when my butt has an itchI post even when my arm has a twitchI hit on old men on the internetMy therapist is starting to fretI am part of every forum known to manEven the one for hockey fansBut this is not the only way I'm strangeNo, in fact, my weirdness has great range.I also eat out of leather cups.And go to sleep when the sun comes up.My friends all live inside my head.And me, I live inside my bed.And everyone else lives there with me too.I have nothing better to do,Than to chase dragonflys under the sheets,And dream of midgets I hope to meet.Woe is me, Sharon girlNothing to do but sit and twirlAnd post post post till my fingers bleed,Some perfume is what I really need.For living in this bed all day,Makes my body stink in an awful way.And when hope gorws dim, and all else failsI wish I had longer toenails Poor girl. I want to marry the person I just made up.
This thread is so lame, your rhymes are quite tame. What's the matter you got no game? All this crap just sounds the same, I don't even know why I came...
I'm just a wanderer on Freak Street. Rocking and Swaying to every Beat. Sauntering on, with two bare feet Sucking the juice out of nature's Teat
Hacky sack is a game that's so whacky I lack what it takes to attack an Iraqi Stack up the facts and call me a lacky I'm acting exactly what I call as tacky Only to crack out words rhyming with Blackie. I saw Ruben asking if someone's a Paki But it wasn't that athlete Wayne Maki Actually though, he was wearing Khaki
this is a poem of great verisimilitude about those who post here in good multitude-- they are people whose life is a bore Hipforums turns each of them into a post-whore.
forget all those other posts about blackie's rhyme i boasts! twas very witty and unlike mine, not very shitty well i can't think of no more except katie's a forum whore
whore whore whore whore i can't hear that word no more but i still use it, now more than ever before could quite be, 'cause my vocabulary's poor.
oh god, i feared this day how i wish blackie was gay! now the sick jokes will never cease how my uncomfortableness will increase!
oh shite, i'm outta luck all i can say is "que el fuck?" in these damned forums, i seem to be stuck, worse than lot-lizards in a tar truck.