Poems about Forumites

Duh said:

I dont know you, but i wanted to make a poem

Dodes once was young,
long before he became so hung,

at that time of insecurity,
he worked on his issues unknowingly,

placing bananas in his mouth,
feeling oh so uncouth,

debating the taste
and deciding with haste,
that it was as unspecified
as potassium cyanide,

so do not get the wrong idea,
listen closely here,

neither he, nor his family,
as odd as they may be,
played with toxics, you see,

instead of complex chemistry,
he focused on fictional history.

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What the fuuuck.

krik said:

What the fuuuck.

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It's Zach Galifianakis wearing a pig-tail wig with little hands clapping silly - clearly a compliment in my book

I know what it it, just... not the most expected thing.

Let me tell you a tale of olden yore,
Fourteen lines, and not a syllable more.
This tale is somebody's fondest deep wish;
The chronicles of Ranger Teofish!

From frozen wastes of Norway, he did come
Bringing with him viking long-boats of fun.
Lord Captain Commander, as he is known
And though a leader, he's never alone.

Two-score soaped-up forumites follow him,
Two-score living their mortal lives in sin.
They do not ken why he does hang around,
When there's no rapin' or pillagin' to be found.

But one thing's for certain, let there be no mistake,
Teo and his Rangers, great trouble will make.



(A sonnet, "Teofish", in almost-iambic-pentameter, following no particular rhyming couplet style, by Pharaoh Llandy)

Bloody brilliant!

Why oh why cruel world? Why can't there be enough room in my sig for such a fraking masterpiece?

That was great, Llandy!

My poems would probably be better if I followed syllable rules, but I don't really follow those as one can tell. In my experience, as long as two rhyming lines have a decently similar amount of syllables it works.

I will have the poems for those who requested soon, what with the free time that Winter Break gives. I will not write one for Thendes - I know next to nothing about him, and the poems about forumites of which I know nothing about are not exactly the most entertaining.