Whispering — 'Nine and Wolf. This, this ladies and gentlemen, is where they fought. You can see, here in the dust, peg marks where little people marked out the pit. You can see weals, fossilized in chalk, where mighty feet danced rhythm and rhyme. You can see a YouTube video, discarded, faded by time's passage, playing still, though we no longer comprehend its secrets' — palms stubble, deafeningly — 'Who was the victor? Weep with me. Our tears will show us truth.' Bones rise from the Earth...
A dozen of limericks, their bright rhymes in sight Had filled his heart with pure delight. Little did he know that the perfect flow was yet to be presented tonight.
It was dead, the nightmare over, we were free, light had won! Now I come back, what in the hell have you two done? Don't play with the powers at be, This ain't no RPG Now my final fantasy is my survivablity The unread blot out the sun, I'll trip you first and then i'll run!
Writing poetry saps my bonanza Like lightning from rumbling panzas When I spew up deep verse Literati cry, worse!And I risk cutting my knob on a stanza
No more genital mutilation, the keys to creation The use of inflation to project inspiration Not gonna lie, i like how you did this part But i'm the Captain now, and it's time to departI wish my brain would go on vacation.
Seth said it was limerick day, upon on the Twelfth of May. I'm three days to late. You'll just have to wait, till next year for my rhyming display.
Next year is today, this 15th of May Come out and play with your rhyming display! Not to be terse but could you indent your verse?A challenger has entered the fray
One day a year is enough for making this limerick stuff. My rhymes won't be invented. Nor my verse be indented.Instead I'll be having a huff!
You can huff and puff but let me blow you away To do this right we need way more than one day -I hate/respect your style -be it straw, wood or brick pile It's Sunday, lets pray your soul survives this flay.
I think we can all agree. You don't want to hear from me. But too bad, so sad. That's right, you mad? Now I'm meming you see.
A meme, are you insane? Has all my work been in vain? To fight this dog for the throne who'd settle for less than a boneThe meaning is plain, my pride will not tolerate this stain.
There once was a writer called Chained. Who found himself by memes most pained. What a dark happening. It's like a new fappening. Oops, more internet references gained.
I couldn't escape them, these pictures with words Advice, good and bad, no i don't trust these birds The cat I like, hes grumpy like me! But giving that cat a movie is a breed of insanityI'm the father of Simba trampled by electromagnetic herds.
A moment to get in the way tween sweet Chained and our dear Oscar Leigh to get off my chest a lyrical jest before time makes this day yesterday
What day is today, may i say they all seem to be one? the moment i'm in has always been so much fun yesterday hurt the more i think about it i won't make it to tomorrow so who gives a... rocket?Live Justin the moment, and please excuse the bad pun.
