Poetry at it's worst

17 Jul 2004

I'm filled with beer
as the dawn grows near,
i leave the bar
and puke on my car,
i start to feel faint
and my keys scratch the paint,
oh how i sound
when i hit the ground,
as my blood runs cold
i realise i'm too old,
to be filled with beer.
The WHOOSH Man

17 Jul 2004

Scottish Lit is still up to the same standard......... Rabbi burns, if he doesn't he bloody should :shock:

17 Jul 2004

17 Jul 2004

corrie do not encorage him into those sacred portals
not with that
even Rabbie would turn in his grave :twisted:
even William Topaz Mc Gonagal would swivel :twisted: :twisted:
somethings should remain sacred
Gilbert

17 Jul 2004

Quote by gilbert
corrie do not encorage him into those sacred portals
not with that
even Rabbie would turn in his grave :twisted:
even William Topaz Mc Gonagal would swivel :twisted: :twisted:
somethings should remain sacred
Gilbert

Ah.. the sacred and well loved William Topaz McGonagal... don't think that's spelt correctly but don't think even he'd mind!! Silvery Tay - what a way to write!
lol

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18 Jul 2004

Corrie
yep I noticed,
and Jags, sorry re the spelling, missed the final L
got me browsing my 5 shillings copy of selected poetic gems of the wonderous tragedian.
Gilbert

18 Jul 2004

Quote by SlydeWHOOSH
I'm filled with beer
as the dawn grows near,
i leave the bar
and puke on my car,
i start to feel faint
and my keys scratch the paint,
oh how i sound
when i hit the ground,
as my blood runs cold
i realise i'm too old,
to be filled with beer.
The WHOOSH Man

Congratulations on this truly appalling insult to literature. biggrin

I believe it may be worthy of a mention in The Hitch-hiker's Guide To The Galaxy:
Vogon poetry is of course the third worst in the Universe.
The second worst is that of the Azagoths of Kria. During a recitation by their Poet Master Grunthos the Flatulent of his poem "Ode To A Small Lump of Green Putty I Found In My Armpit One Midsummer Morning" four of his audience died of internal haemorrhaging, and the President of the Mid-Galactic Arts Nobbling Council survived by gnawing one of his own limbs off. Grunthos is reported to have been "disappointed" by the poem's reception, and was about to embark on a reading of his twelve- book epic entitled "Zen And The Art Of Going To The Lavatory" when his own major intestine, in a desperate bid to save the universe, leapt straight up through his neck and throttled his brain.
The very worst poetry of all perished along with its creator, SlydeWHOOSH of England in the destruction of the planet Earth.

18 Jul 2004

I am truly honoured by being mentioned in the CULT TV show:
Hitch Hikers Guide To The Galaxy
I will accept this honour on behalf of all SH members :rascal:
The WHOOSH Man

18 Jul 2004

Twas tongue in cheek really, but I have posted a proper one in the poetry corner (called TEARDROPS).
So please all check that out to see if it 'floats ya boat'
The WHOOSH Man

18 Jul 2004

I want to know what you were doing getting into your car in that state !! :shock: :shock: :shock: :shock: lol

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