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There once was a woman named Jane Whose comments were always inane She made Tarzan mad He kicked her out of their pad And said to himself, What a pain.
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There once was a lady of Wight, Who could travel much faster than light.. She took off one day, In a relative way... And returned on the previous night!
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Oh, heck with it... here's a REAL poem I wrote in college.
FALL
Silence. Calm, Peace. Thunderclap roars, splits the heavens, crash divides the sky. A small star brightens, grows, streaks burning, smoke billows black across the blue. A scream -- long, high-pitched, combining in its cry the sounds of pain, rage, despair. The smell of burning feathers. Silence.
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And if you liked that one, this one'll floor you. It's a Shakespearean sonnet, and one of the best poems I ever wrote. Probably because it's true.
THE LAST GOODBYE
You said your last goodbye to me that day, And why you had to leave I did not know, But you were boud, or so the Fates did say, To fall among the coldness and the snow. My deepest self first heard the siren's call That notified the world that you'd been found, And none, of all the forces I could draw Could do but aught against the dreadful wound. The brightness of the lights that lit your face Did nothing to congeal the horrid flow And I was forced to watch, and hold my place, As your bright orbs did lose their living glow. You told me that you loved me, and you cried, I had no words to answer, and you died.
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*wipes a few tears off her cheek* Wow, First.... reminds me of one i'd long forgotten...
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Death of a Friend
Today I buried my memories And put away my love I cannot find you here on earth So now I look above Or look there deep inside me Where your emotions used to be There's only a void now So much, you meaned to me I must go on without you Though pain will never end Yet life cannot just stop When you bury your best friend
------------------ There are people who one loves immediatly and forever. Just to know that you exist in the same world together is sufficient. Till I loved, I never lived - enough.
The First One
A lovely little thinker, but a bugger when he's pissed
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Of the two limericks I can always remember, both poke fun at certain minorities in a way they perhaps might not enjoy, so I'll spare you. . .
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