Megaquotepost Bonanza III: Not When I Shift into MAXIMUM OVERQUOTEPOST

Well I will not be an ENEMY OF ANYTHING I'LL ALWAYS STAND HERE
WAITING
FOR YOU
ALL MY SIIINS I SAID THAT I WOULD PAY FOR THEM IF I COULD
COME BACK
TO YOU
All my innocence is wasted on THE DEAD AND DREAMIN'

 

Rat, I'm ****ing serious, someone tell me what the hell is happening before I slaughter a giraffe with this pickle.

 

Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too,
Went for a ride in a flying shoe,
'Hooray!'
'What fun!'
'It's time we flew!'
Said Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too.

Ickle was captain, Pickle was crew,
And Tickle served coffee and mulligan stew
As higher
And higher
And higher they flew,
Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too.

Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too,
Over the sun and beyond the blue. '
Hold on!'
'Stay in!'
'I hope we do!'
Cried Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too.

Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too
Never returned to the world they knew,
And nobody
knows what's
happened to
Dear Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too.

oOoOoOoOo​

 

...Huh. Interest in this absurd stunt seems to have dwindled.

 

I must ask, what were you on when you made this thread?

 

Air is a hell of a drug. inb4#whatisair

 

whatisair .

 

He gets it specially bent for him.

By Aang~

 

did you really just

*facepalm*

 

Welp, we reach 40 pages, and Sforza will reply to all our posts in this thread.


Have you slaughtered the giraffe yet? I don't wanna miss outttt

 

A giraffe came by the willow tree
Stopped to gaze and talk to me.
For he was very lean and tall
A pillar, a column, a walking wall.

And as he looked down upon my face
His eyes were wide two pools in space,
As they engulfed, the countryside,
The sky above, held me inside -
Their special height and slant of things
Their special view of every thing,
And I could see by looking up
The wealth within his loving cup
That thinks and drinks the sun and sky
And watches us from way up high.

And yet I found it sad to see
That he could never reach down to me
For he was too tall, too much ideal
And I was too small, too much the real.

So, this angular figure, graceful and wise
Of astounding vision and cool clear eyes
Watched the sun rise, then watched it set
Looked down on me and seemed to forget
That I was as much a part of this scene
As the sun in the sky, the oak in the green.

Then the willow tree watching standing near by
Saw the distance between us and started to cry
she bowed down her head touching the ground
And from that day to this,
it's the way she'll be found.

oOoOoOoOo​

 

No net yet, he is saved by yours knowledge.

Though i will kill this Laria member if they dont stop posting terrible ****ing poetry.

 

Today we are making poems
I hope you've brought your helmet
your pacifer
your seatbelt,

First take off your face
then your shoes.

Making a poem is easy
even I can do it,
so I do, I bake and boil
words to ashes and
grizzled
fat bits,
old bits, burnt bits, black-as-black-jack-bits

don't be afraid
to turn up the heat
on your new work
new friends,
new names,
you should be cooking
on high flame,

use a slotted spoon to fish out your poems, then cram
them in the mouth of someone you love.

oOoOoOoOo

Strict is my diet
I must nog want
It maketh me lie down at night hungry
It leadeth me past the confectioners
It trieth my will power
It leadeth me in the paths of alternation for my figure sake
Yeah, though I walk trough the aisles of the pastry department, I will
buy no sweet rolls for they are fattening
The cakes and the pies, they tempt me
Before me is a table set with green beens and lettuce
I filleth my stomach with liquids
My day's quota runneth over
Surely calorie and weight charts will follow me, all days of my life
And I will dwell in the fear of the scales forever

oOoOoOoOo​

 

Haiku the blue sea
Melody of the deep tide
Ended by the dark

This a poetry thread now, right?

 

THE THREAD IS NOW DIAMONDS!

go.

 

I'm now riding a horse backwards.

I ride a horse now. Horses are cool

 

Papa rode on the horse
the White horse

He was so cruel
And he would not
Feed
The white horse
For days

One day
They went to the
Sea
The white horse
And papa

I wished the
White horse
Would swim
To the other island
And leave
Papa for good

He was so cruel
And he would beat
The white horse
For days

But the white horse
Stayed
she was not fed
For days

One day
The White Horse
Got mad
And bit
Papa to death.

I did not wish
The horse
Would eat
Papa whole.

I too would be
Cruel then

oOoOoOoOo​

 

Walking outside in the cold
Cause I don't give a shiet
Staring at the sky
Man it's so wide

Im freaking thirsty
I sure could use some pop
Thinking of playing some L4D
Not sure tho

Might watch some Netflix soon
I dunno​

 

Hai~

 

I hate clowns
Why would you post that
Sad face

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