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Anonymous
the moving finger writes
and having writ, moves on
not all your piety nor wit
shall lure it back to cancel half a line
nor all your tears wash out a word of it
>> Bitter Anon !!WJLRQ1cwCyZ
Your poem is good,
I do not claim to be better
Perhaps I should
You pigfucking bed wetter
>> Anonymous
His prose is all right,
You could not take a stab at it.
So instead you attack
His sexual habits.

His preference for swine
Is not a rare feat.
For we all know that pork
Is the other pink meat.
>> Bitter Anon !!WJLRQ1cwCyZ
>>154808

I don't really care
what he likes to screw
he shouldn't despair
..Unless it's true

Did you really just make
A "pink meat" joke
Next will be rump steak
and sausages to smoke

These poems are bad
This one does suck
It's really quite sad
I'm so fucking drunk
>> Anonymous
this thread is made of
win, this thread is made
of win, this thread is
>> Bitter Anon !!WJLRQ1cwCyZ
>>154831

We were doing quatrain
Not shitty haiku
So get the fuck out
You damn dirty jew
>> Anonymous
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Felis catus is your taxonomic nomenclature,
An endothermic quadruped, carnivorous by nature.
Your visual, olfactory, and auditory senses
Contribute to your hunting skills and natural defenses.
I find myself intrigued by your subvocal oscillations,
A singular development of cat communications
That obviates your basic hedonistic predilection
For a rhythmic stroking of your fur to demonstrate affection.
A tail is quite essential for your acrobatic talents.
You would not be so agile if you lacked its counterbalance.
And when not being utilized to aid in locomotion,
It often serves to illustrate the state of your emotion.
Oh Spot, the complex levels of behavior you display
Connote a fairly well-developed cognitive array,
And though you are not sentient, Spot, and do not comprehend,
I nonetheless consider you a true and valued friend.
>> Bitter Anon !!WJLRQ1cwCyZ
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>>154834
That poem is great
Data is spiffy
He's one android
I'd fuck in a jiffy
>> Anonymous
This is not a poem
Its more of a lecture
Like plants or a loam
Usually from a conjecture
Really, its a poem
>> Bitter Anon !!WJLRQ1cwCyZ
>>154852

shl i cmpr u 2 a smr day?
u r mr lvly n mor tmprt
ruf wndz do shk th drlng bds f may
n smrz ls has al 2 shrt a dt
sumtim 2 hot th eye f hvn shnz
n ofn is hs gld cmplxn dmd
n evry fr frm fr sumtm dclnz
by chnc or ntrz chngng crs untrmd
but ur etnrl sumr shl nt fad
nr ls pssn f tht fr u owe
nr shl dth brg u wndr n hs shd
whn in etrnl lnz 2 tim u grw
so lng as mn cn brth or eyz cn c
so lng lvz ths n gvs lif 2 u

--wlm shkspr
>> Anonymous
My, those words acclamate
All these sentences I will relocate
Do a message I leave I surely will
Every phrase is quiet, quit still
Made to order, never stalling
Unknown in arguements, ever stonewalling
Sadly, this will not limerick well
Each cause dies of aids and will fail
Xcelsior is spelled right
Or alcohol has hit me too hard tonight
Really, it is a poem