[Hammerite]

Originally Posted by RLacey

This is big time,
this is larger than life.
See the sparks fly
when you're standing by my side.
Every step,
every move,
everything I do -
life is beautiful because of you.

You'll make Jaz blush with such poetry.

[Squinky]

Who's going to make ME blush with poetry?

[stepurhan]

I wrote a poem including 7 different words for a part of the male anatomy once. Would that makeyou blush?

We interrupt this thread for a surreal book club cartoon.

[Jatsie]

Originally Posted by Squinky

Who's going to make ME blush with poetry?

*ahem*

There once was a swell gal named Squinky,
Whose last boyfriend left her unsatisfied,
For his penis was as small as her pinkie,
And when love making she only cried.

Fraught with distress she soon left him,
To seek a lover with more in his pants,
But found it was a lady named Kim,
Who offered a fresh shot at romance.

This woman took Squinky's heart capture,
For in her bag she had a most special trick,
Each night Squinky yelled out in rapture,
When impaled by a big plastic dick.

Hehe, blushing yet?

[RLacey]

Originally Posted by Hammerite

You'll make Jaz blush with such poetry.

Only if Meat Loaf makes her blush.

If the Loaf can't kill the Thread™, is it indestructible?

[Lee in Limbo]

Originally Posted by Squinky

Who's going to make ME blush with poetry?

<poetry>Floating in a space
Not knowing if this is real
Thinking someone will come along soon
To burst the bubble
And bring me down to Earth.

Can there ever be anything
That means more than the feeling
Of putting a smile on that face
Feeling a sympathetic
Feeling of warmth
Knowing you enjoy these moments
As much as I do.

Is there anything I can say
That will make this more than fancy
Is there anything I can do
To make it all real for you
Can I ever get it right
And leave you knowing
That you are a dear, true part of me
Perhaps we can never be
But knowing that something has happened
Might be enough.

Remember this time
When the world has moved on
And you are somewhere else
Doing things you only dreamed of
Sharing your dreams with people
You never quite allowed yourself to believe
You would find in your life
For once there was a time
When the one you turned to was a guy
Who could only tell you the future
By looking into his past
And yet somehow touched a part of you
By remembering how wonderful it was
When he was just starting out like you.</poetry>

[RLacey]

You're right.
I was wrong
to ever leave you.
I made a mistake;
I'm sorry now.

[Squinky]

All very worthy attempts. Lee, of course, wins by a longshot, but then again, he has an unfair advantage.

[Jatsie]

Bah, you have no taste!

[Squinky]

I know.

[Giligan]

I never saw the point of poetry.

[Squinky]

That's because no one's ever written you any.

[Not A Speck Of Cereal]

Prose? Over-rated.
What's it done for me lately?
Die thread, I say, DIE!

[SSH]

There once was a gun nut called Gilligan
When apart from his weapons felt ill again
He went to the doc
Who prescribed Heckler and Koch
"Three times a day you must use a gun"

[RLacey]

There's nothing like a bad limerick to increase my love of poetry .

[Giligan]

Originally Posted by SSH

There once was a gun nut called Gilligan
When apart from his weapons felt ill again
He went to the doc
Who prescribed Heckler and Koch
"Three times a day you must use a gun"

Congratulate yourself sir, on a true masterpiece!

[SSH]

Well done, SSH

[RLacey]

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[Hammerite]

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[Jatsie]

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