Write a terrible poem #2

Keep the crap coming

Jack and Jill went up the hill to buy some new cd's, Jack fell down, and dropped his books. And Jill said "i like cheese".

bah ha lop
a big fat plop
who sat on top
of old man jabby
inside of a cabby

Love is like a butterfly it starts as a Caterpillar the goes into a cocoon then you wait a while while some stuff happens inside it that you can't see then it comes out of the cocoon as a butterfly or moth depending on the species it flies about for a while then stops to eat then it starts flying again but then it gets tired so it goes to its tree to sleep. so as you can see i like butterfly's; they interest me because of their wings.......... fasinating

hehe this is one of my poems i wrote when i was bored and couldn't be ars*d read some of the coments on it lol

Lovely
Irresistible
Smart
Alluring

awww i know this is supposed to be Write a terrible poem but that was kinda cute

Sitting here
My tears
Falling on my lap
Cause of all this crap
Precious hilarious gems
With each one of them
Am fallen in love
With the poems in the above
I am fond
Of the one by the beyond,
A mystery to me
The one by lisa marie,
Between the others and the one by JHarrisson
I can’t make a comparison
Fantastic are all these
Please keep them coming! PLEASE!

Hahahahahhahahaha… lmao

May you write more,
marjan

my plea to thee,
listen to EOB
keep writing poetry.
I’m on my knees
Begging you please.

marjan

poem-

lol my dog just farted
and i've barely started

here comes the "beyond"
but in my mind
there are no rhymes
& not enough time
I guess I'll say goodbye
so, till the next time, bye.

my dog did a poo
on my shoe
oh what shall i do
with all this poo

- ahaha i thort it was funny

- natz x0x

Tonight at last
my constipation passed
and left me free to poo
i pushed real hard
but was caught off guard
from the crap that dripped like goo
i wiped my butt
and felt in my gut
what seemed like round number 2
so i sat back down
on my face was a frown
for i realized my pants wear never down

lol...... totally fiction

In my hand there is a knife
And my life is filled with strife
I hate my life that's filled with strife
So I take my strife out on my knife
With my knife there is no strife
No strife, no strife there in my life
If I did not have my knife
My life would be so filled with strife
There would be strife up in my life
Strife knife life
Life strife knife
Strife life knife
Knife knife knife
Strife knife knife
Knife knife

I call it "COME UP WITH SOME ORIGINAL RHYMING WORDS YOU-"

hey -LydaRose-
that was hilarious. thanks for sharing it.

this is a poem for you.

here it goes:
once there was a LydaRose
and like everyone she had a nose
and also toes
in the dark, her eyes would glow
and within the years she would grow
she had no foes
and for her, everyone would bow
really humble she was though
I hope this poem has a flow
and here my poem finishes and goes.

hahahhaha, ;)
marjan

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA...
beyond, that was hilarious. really good job.
write more. don't waste your talents. ;)

may you write more, ;)
marjan

You guys, awwwww *Blush* :)

Happy as a bird
Singing is absurd
Oh dear, what more to write?
I'm jumping in fright
I forgot what to say
My mind is in decay
AH! the attack of the terrible
THe poems that are horrible!
With rhymes like little kids
And mistakes no one can miss

Some song my friend serenaded me with

Hickory dickory dock
Some b*tch was sucking my co*k
Her hair got tangled
The Bit*h got strangled
But at least she swallowed the lot

lol, nice one

My potato ran away today,
Oh what do I do?
Should I just forget him?
I should I run away too?
He always tasted good,
And never ever argued,
Even when I bit his head off,
And when I was full on steak that was BBQ'ed
I wonder where my poor potato went,
My poor heart lonely, he was heaven sent,
I know that I must be getting thinner,
Then I realised that sadly, I must of ate him for my dinner.

From the forest he came,
Today he looks just the same,
Not bigger or smaller,
Not even taller.
That green christmas three,
Cut down to please my family and me,
Its been there for days,
Looked at in so many ways.
Soon it will rotten,
and then forgotten.