I realize I used the word blame, which was surely the wrong word to say. He strives to inspire our creative fire in the form of a verse, which is hardly a curse. We should therefore call out his name, and shout out a "Thank you!" to Wrey.
A Friday of rhymes About so many climes And all thanks to Wrey? But what if there's angst Or one has just to give thanks? They can't just say They are hurt or give a submission Without a heartfelt act of contrition For losing the Wrey-inspiration Of rhymes with a mission?
A Friday full of rhymes. Such interesting times. Thanks to our favourite Mod, Wrey, We'll have a great way to end the day.
I'm having a pain in my brain this rhyming is a such a strain I just have to try I think I'll get by But rhyming is such a pain
Oh yes it was it was so because the last word in line actually did rhyme Edit: Pardon my mistake I see I was wrong Forgive me, Queen of Cakes and I'll say no more.
Hmm... to me they actually sound the same really... :/ I mean, I say them that way. I'll blame the accent.
Aaah, there's nothing like relaxing for an hour out front with my dogs. Of course, in the last five minutes, two kids (a boy and a girl) from next door decided to scoot around the street with their fancy moto scooters they got for X-mas. They didn't talk to me, merely looked at me and my dogs as they passed by. Well, my dogs began to bark at them, so I decided to call it quits and get them back inside. Not sure if I blame the dogs or the kids, because I wanted to be outside. (and I had a weird feeling that they would try something like get onto my front yard. That's happened before with another group of kids long ago when they used a tree to get into our backyard.*) Still, it was refreshing to be out for a bit. ... *Aaaaaand now I just discovered my apparent irritation/mistrust of children in general. Now, please understand that I don't mind them, I don't want any harm done to them (and believe me, I will help a child in trouble if I can). I just don't want to get involved with them or whatever games they concot.
I'm so bored at work That I can't even smirk And that is not very me I need a good jest To shake my dull rest And cause me to giggle with glee
Well here is your jest, though I see you're logged out. There once was a frog in love with a trout. The frog did his best to court the dear fish. The fish swam away, It just wasn't her wish. The frog croaked in pain He felt resignation. The trout swam to him and said, "Such consternation!" The frog said, "I know that my aspect seems grim, But if you would be mine, I would live just to swim!" The trout said, "My dear, I'm not trying to be coy. It's not your appearance. It's because you're a boy." The trout swam away and met up with her "friend." Even trouts can be gay, and this is the end.
Gnomes and dwarves in tunnels deep Half-elven princes tall, aloof Men with swords and wands to keep the quest alive, for coin and truth.
You've been doing this for Hours. Put the poetry back on the shelf, Look at some pretty flowers, Or even better, top yourself. (That came across angrier than it sounded in my head. )
oh, I see ahem, ahem A changeling Rogue my character is, an orphan from the wild of the Fey A great campaign bestowing bliss, our group is mighty and we slay. I try
Not Bullywug or Gripley but Human Fair he adventures in the open air the Sea Wyvern he rides as he fights the Savage Tide While the party thinks Johan's a bore he is saving souls for his god Pelor While he fights for the god of the sun his journey for glory has just begun While dangers galore he is betwixt Sadly, he's only made level 6. If he persists he will excel and finally reach an epic level Still for now he's filled with dread as he near the Isle of Dread...