Appalling Poetry COmpetition

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May the worst man or woman win. I'll be the judge.

― colin s barrow (colin s barrow), Friday, 28 November 2003 04:22 (twenty-one years ago)

To avoid googling other peoples' mediocre work, there is one stricture: each poem MUST have the word 'turbo' in it somewhere. And no googling Judas Priest lyrics, that's too easy.

― colin s barrow (colin s barrow), Friday, 28 November 2003 04:48 (twenty-one years ago)

I will return on Monday and pick out the winner. I will also announce the prize at that point.

― colin s barrow (colin s barrow), Friday, 28 November 2003 04:48 (twenty-one years ago)

Your love is turbo-charged
Charged with turbo
Charging into my life
I can't get outta the way
You're too fast to stop
Like a really fast car
Filled with love and fun
Your heart is the engine
Your body the upholstery
I am a helpless passenger
You won't give me AC
Just keep turning up the heat
But it's already hot
And the seats are slippy with love sweat

― Gear! (Gear!), Friday, 28 November 2003 06:00 (twenty-one years ago)

Your heart is the engine
Your body the upholstery
I am a helpless passenger
You won't give me AC

Thread over.

― weather!ngda1eson, Friday, 28 November 2003 06:49 (twenty-one years ago)

too cocky
open keening to a rent
sky blown puce
a heresiarch cored is lionised
roi des oiseaux
i expect i'll remember you
tu quoque

― prima fassy (bob), Friday, 28 November 2003 07:50 (twenty-one years ago)

My heart is as black as midnight,
my tears fall, staining my cheeks like iodine
Why won't you listen to my cries, my desperate pleas for understanding.
I am lost in a maze of their confusion,
bumping into the dead ends of their prejudice.
Wounded, but not resigned, I will persevere,
My heart is as dark as morning.

I call it Diary of a 15-year-old

― Christian Rawk (Christian Rawk), Friday, 28 November 2003 07:55 (twenty-one years ago)

i see
y[o]u
(passing like midnight stars
under broken glass)
... never knew how much
i
mis - you - sed
and in whimperflashlight*
we are again alone
"like a murmur of a dream"
everything
means
n
o
thing
to.me

[I call this crappy wannabe e.e. cummings blog poetry.]

― js, Friday, 28 November 2003 09:08 (twenty-one years ago)

My life was all woe
When they banned the turbo
From the F1 Grand Prix
I'm a speed freak you see
So twas all misery
Till I found ILE
Then life became sweet
Like a cool 4:4 beat
And I laughed at my desk
Then rang up Emile Hesk
-ey, saying

"You think that you're cool
Playing for Liverpool
But you're just a fool
Surf the web instead, you tool!"

do I win?

― MarkH (MarkH), Friday, 28 November 2003 09:27 (twenty-one years ago)

marshes! marshes!
to light one fills
the heart of being
made up as went
'long.

prayerful? yes, we.
there is hope in them
thar hills. to which
i say, avast! ye hearty
smarties. let us roll
out of the way of
the dashes, thru the snow,
the iris always knows.

― M Matos (M Matos), Friday, 28 November 2003 09:30 (twenty-one years ago)

where's yr Turbo, M Matos?

Are we allowed to enter more than once? the muse is with me.

― MarkH (MarkH), Friday, 28 November 2003 09:35 (twenty-one years ago)

fuck, didn't look at the rules. oh well.

― M Matos (M Matos), Friday, 28 November 2003 09:41 (twenty-one years ago)

The Holy Grail

The well is dry
The sky is grey
And I am all alone

I broke my gatefold
Told my joke
Now I am near to gone

Pass me my shotgun, Horace
Pass me my cane
Pass me my hunting hat
My cape of lion’s mane

I will not be a loser
And never a disgrace
I will hunt down Jesus Christ, my friend
And shoot him in the face

His Grail will flow
His spirit sail
While mine shall shimmer and soar

I’ll drink my health
For infinity
And live for ever more

― Alex K (Alex K), Friday, 28 November 2003 09:52 (twenty-one years ago)

*throws down gauntlet with contemptuous laugh*

― Alex K (Alex K), Friday, 28 November 2003 09:54 (twenty-one years ago)

who ain't got turbo
just kick to the kerbo

― mark s (mark s), Friday, 28 November 2003 09:55 (twenty-one years ago)

mark s wins

― M Matos (M Matos), Friday, 28 November 2003 09:55 (twenty-one years ago)

i saw a cutie from afar
i felt a little frisky
so i walked up to the bar
and drank a double whisky

the barmaid was really nice
i got a little randy
so i got becks and smirnoff ice
and downed the turbo shandy

when time at the bar was called
i still want to do them all
alas i can't do it no more, i fear
and it's all thanks to the beer

― ken c, Friday, 28 November 2003 10:32 (twenty-one years ago)

Ah. About that turbo rule that I failed to spot.

Glue

Sniff it baby
Go on I dare you
Not my armpit
I meant the Uhu
If you don’t
You’ll loose my love
If you don’t
You’ll taste my glove
If you do
I bet you’ll like it
If you do
I’ll wash the stains out the carpet
But if you don’t
Let’s just say it’s best if you do
And if you do
Then I’ll marry you
Cos I don’t wanna be stuck
With someone dull
Who doesn’t chance to luck
When it comes to snorting muck
It’s a turbo charge
Trust me
I’m a professional

"Professional what?" she asked before her head hit the floor.

No more.

― Alex K (Alex K), Friday, 28 November 2003 10:49 (twenty-one years ago)

I wonder why Archel is avoiding this thread?

― MarkH (MarkH), Friday, 28 November 2003 10:58 (twenty-one years ago)

I thought this thread was going to be about these guys.

― Christine 'Green Leafy Dragon' Indigo (cindigo), Friday, 28 November 2003 11:10 (twenty-one years ago)

You Are The Furniture of My Mind

My love, my love, my love, my love,
So much do my thoughts fly out
At you that they're like an errant dove
Stuck in its coop and bashing about,
Shedding pearly feathers in great clots,
So that my stomach is tied in knots.

Our love is a love 'twas meant to be,
Ordained by God back when Time started
And the Sun itself was only a wee
Thought in God's head, not yet imparted
Up into Earth's blue and shining sky
Destined to shine later on on You and I.

But when we aren't together, like now,
I get all flustered and sad and blue.
I wish I had a Saab Turbo; it'd allow
Me to Zoom! Zoom! Zoom! my way to you
And then we'd be back together again
Lots faster than if I had to take a train.

― Aimless, Friday, 28 November 2003 18:47 (twenty-one years ago)

Busting through your hymen
Like a turbo-charged missile of love
Vesuvius would blush

― Dan Perry (Dan Perry), Friday, 28 November 2003 19:04 (twenty-one years ago)

Today you let me in
Under your soft skin
Rubbing me over my clothes
But my appreciation shows
O!

― Huckleberry Mann (Horace Mann), Friday, 28 November 2003 19:09 (twenty-one years ago)

People, I just dropped in to see how things were going, and I can tell you that the standard is much lower than I could ever have hoped for. Richard Withers himself would not stand a chance against some of these entries. But I must remind you: the rules state that the word 'turbo' must appear somewhere in your submission. Extra points awarded for completely spurious, non-thematic and ad hoc use of the word.

Results on Monday Australian time. I'm excited.

― colin s barrow (colin s barrow), Friday, 28 November 2003 23:58 (twenty-one years ago)

I didn't read the damn rules either.

My heart is as turbo black as midnight,
my tears fall, staining my cheeks like iodine
Why won't you listen to my cries, my turbo pleas for understanding.
I am lost in a maze of their confusion,
bumping into the dead turbos of their prejudice.
Wounded, but not resigned, I will persevere,
My heart is as turbo dark as morning.

I call it Turbo Diary of a 15-year-old

― Christian Rawk (Christian Rawk), Saturday, 29 November 2003 00:18 (twenty-one years ago)

Oh my God. I think we have a front runner.

― colin s barrow (colin s barrow), Saturday, 29 November 2003 00:23 (twenty-one years ago)

Multiple entries are acceptable. Quantity beats quality every time.

Incidentally, M Matos's entry didn't mention the word, and is therefore disqualified, but still, go up thread and read it. You won't be sorry. While you're there, take a look at Gear!'s as well. Especially the last few lines.

― colin s barrow (colin s barrow), Saturday, 29 November 2003 00:26 (twenty-one years ago)

a sling, an arrow
a direct spear of love
connects my pulsing heart
t'her bow

― mark p (Mark P), Saturday, 29 November 2003 00:40 (twenty-one years ago)

Oh no, I can't include turbo, but i made this BRILLIANT poem:

Look at the seagull
Flying like an eagle

― maryann (maryann), Saturday, 29 November 2003 00:44 (twenty-one years ago)

I've been trying to think of two other lines that could equal that for a couple of weeks

― maryann (maryann), Saturday, 29 November 2003 00:45 (twenty-one years ago)

I thought turbot - the fish -
was spelt 'turbo'.
It just goes to show you
what I know.

― Eyeball Kicks (Eyeball Kicks), Saturday, 29 November 2003 01:47 (twenty-one years ago)

that should be,

Yo! I thought turbot
the fo'
was spelt turbo
it just goes to show
what i know

('yo'! = rap version of 'o!' and also 'fo'' = 'fish')

― maryann (maryann), Saturday, 29 November 2003 01:51 (twenty-one years ago)

My Dad constantly reminds me that I forced him to read a book concluding 'fish, which is my favourite dish' every single night for about four years.

― maryann (maryann), Saturday, 29 November 2003 01:53 (twenty-one years ago)

Turbo, you are my girlfriend
Beware of my nightmoves
Or I'll fuck you up.

― NA (Nick A.), Saturday, 29 November 2003 03:14 (twenty-one years ago)

Welcome To My Day

This bad luck stays right in front of my eyes,
like a jelly bean sitting on a dog's nose,
when the dog has been trained to sit still
and wait with the jelly bean on his nose
until his master says "OK, Bandit!"

And the next thing you know the jelly bean
Has disappeared into the dog's mouth,
almost like the dog's lips are turbo-charged.

And I keep thinking to myself all day,
Maybe this time I'll shake that piece
of bad luck off my nose and not eat it
This time.

― Aimless, Saturday, 29 November 2003 05:39 (twenty-one years ago)

I stuck my thumb way out
Like a crazy turbo-spider's leg
So you couldn't miss it
Unless your eyes had exploded.
But the fuckers didn't stop
Because they're so
stuck on themselves
you'd think they were glue.
Which is funny,
When you think of all the horses
They use to make glue.

― Aimless, Saturday, 29 November 2003 05:57 (twenty-one years ago)

Camelology

My sister said,
"Camels hump
like rabbits
always in a stew."
I bet they do.

Turbo as comets,
keen as mutts,
cool like ice cream
on black silk sheets.
And bustin' like skeets.

This could have been a car wreck.
This could have been us.

― Aimless, Saturday, 29 November 2003 06:14 (twenty-one years ago)

Teenage
Underadged
Rum and
Beer
Orangutan

― A Nairn (moretap), Saturday, 29 November 2003 06:25 (twenty-one years ago)

ummm, minus the "d" (or is it a D- )

― A Nairn (moretap), Saturday, 29 November 2003 06:26 (twenty-one years ago)

A Lover's Plaint In B Flat Major

Corfu was so lovely in the springtime
When we were together, oh so long ago.
The lapping of the plaintive, little wavelets on the shore,
lapping like time against our bare feet,
feet so soon to be shod and plodding again
When the springtime ended in Corfu.

Ah! You plucked white anenomes with a white hand,
As I recall, and stuffed them in your kirtle.
I plucked your kirtle and it fell away
like time fell away from our feet, our toes
That gripped the earth like Antaeus,
Or so I imagined it to be in spring in Corfu.

But as it ever must, the day of recking fell,
And time and white anenomes fell wrecked from our white hands,
Crushed where your kirtle fell upon the sweet earth
Of Corfu. And here I am, my toes inside my shoes
And my shoes parked under my desk, a fallen man,
Far, far from Corfu and from you. Except for email.

― Aimless, Saturday, 29 November 2003 06:31 (twenty-one years ago)

Damn and blast! I forgot the turbo. Make that:

"My shoes turbo-parked beneath my desk, a fallen man,"

― Aimless, Saturday, 29 November 2003 06:35 (twenty-one years ago)

"Hole In One"

Bunny rabbit boggles mind
a jumpy out of shiny spine
wiggly nosed nascent nope
whispering pinkly, "turbo"

Bunny rabbit stuggles wine
wrappings round squiggle
and fuzy scrumption feet
in maudlin morse, "Turbo"

Bunny rabbit! Bunny bunny!
Wobble wonderfully free
so you can play with me,
our lungs wheezing "turbo",

― jack cole (jackcole), Saturday, 29 November 2003 06:58 (twenty-one years ago)

Tight little nose grabber
undulating on the floor,
resisting, reckless rug
bent in the middle,
ovulation optimized.

― Bosse-De-Nage (Bosse-De-Nage), Saturday, 29 November 2003 07:09 (twenty-one years ago)

i get turbo hard
when you're naked in the yard
mowing in the lawn
sexy daddy

― kirsten (kirsten), Saturday, 29 November 2003 08:15 (twenty-one years ago)

BY THE WAY, THAT WAS PHIL AND NOT ME

― kirsten (kirsten), Saturday, 29 November 2003 08:19 (twenty-one years ago)

I am turbo
I am fuel-injection
I am XR3
See me on the racetrack
See me listenign to Lexicon
Of Love by ABC
See me on TV
Clouds
I am turbo

― Nick Southall (Nick Southall), Saturday, 29 November 2003 09:25 (twenty-one years ago)

Pulled this one out of the drawer for a reworking. I call it..."Turbo".

when i burp
i taste cigarettes
and beer

but your face
is the mirror
of my soul!

― weather!ngda1eson, Saturday, 29 November 2003 09:37 (twenty-one years ago)

Shake it,
you said, and I stood,
watching turbine hips slam and turbo-twist
in stopped-strobe motion;
shake it -
the juddering ride of a girl's skirt
up the sheen of her thigh,
above her waistband
a pale inch of shuddering skin;
shake it,
long-fingered jazz hands
fluttering like promises through the strawberry smoke;
shake it, shake it:

like what?,
I said.

― cis (cis), Saturday, 29 November 2003 10:03 (twenty-one years ago)

You hung like a tree
In the wind
Blowing
Who would have thought this would be like
This?
I hate you.
You turbo.
Look
at your face.
Hahahahahaaaa!
The sound you hear is me laughing at you and your face.
I love you but I want to stab you.
Come to my house and my family will love you
Then they will rape and eat you
Die.

― dog latin (dog latin), Saturday, 29 November 2003 13:59 (twenty-one years ago)

Just lost my post of wretched poetry, cause I was laughing my ass off...

― Nichole Graham (Nichole Graham), Saturday, 29 November 2003 19:06 (twenty-one years ago)

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Ovum!

― Orbit (Orbit), Sunday, 30 November 2003 22:10 (twenty-one years ago)

"Car Crash"

Go away!
I can't take it anymore.
My turbo car was in a crash.
My loved one was driving my car.
I really hope the car is ok.

― Aja (aja), Sunday, 30 November 2003 22:12 (twenty-one years ago)

Ovum!

What does that mean.

― Aja (aja), Sunday, 30 November 2003 22:13 (twenty-one years ago)

"Turbo Ovum" (Girls United)

rrrrrrrrrraaaahhhhhRUSHgoes the OVUM down
the Tube

at midnight,

turbo through the tunnel, seeking

heat, seeking light, seeking white;

washed over cilia like sea creatures,

desperate, yet

anchored forever to the floor where above,

an ear, caressed for the last time

is spent.

― Orbit (Orbit), Sunday, 30 November 2003 22:16 (twenty-one years ago)

"My Turbojet"

Down the road it went
My turbojet
In the air it started to go
Away into the clouds
To be with other turbojets

My turbojet never came back
She is still in the sky
With the other turbojets

How I miss her
I miss her so
Now all I have are my fiends down here
They can never compare to my turbojet

― Aja (aja), Sunday, 30 November 2003 22:23 (twenty-one years ago)

The word 'turbo' is like a grain of sand in an oyster shell - irritating in itself, it gives rise to pearl after pearl, as each poet tries to transcend the pain.

― colin s barrow (colin s barrow), Sunday, 30 November 2003 22:49 (twenty-one years ago)

A grain of sand in an oyster shell only makes one pearl.

― Aja (aja), Sunday, 30 November 2003 22:53 (twenty-one years ago)

Not in your case, Aja.

― colin s barrow (colin s barrow), Sunday, 30 November 2003 22:58 (twenty-one years ago)

I know. How many poems did I write?

― Aja (aja), Sunday, 30 November 2003 23:00 (twenty-one years ago)

"Turbo Meme"

Grains of pain,

transcended synapse,

a fire lit and forgotten,

racked, turbo-arced connections

settle into hard pellets

while waves gently lap the shore.

twee vestiges;

sparks of manatee, flecked otter turbo-prop

and bits of Monsieur Costeau,

compete in the

cluttered water.

― Orbit (Orbit), Sunday, 30 November 2003 23:03 (twenty-one years ago)

oops, that's Cousteau

― Orbit (Orbit), Sunday, 30 November 2003 23:04 (twenty-one years ago)

Aja are ya
manatee
turbo turbo
rescue me!

― Nick Southall (Nick Southall), Sunday, 30 November 2003 23:18 (twenty-one years ago)

I am not manatee
The truley turbo
Will not rescue you

― Aja (aja), Sunday, 30 November 2003 23:23 (twenty-one years ago)

"Rime of the Ancient Manatee"

O Captain, My Captain
Bearing down your turbo bow
upon the noble Manatee

Flee, noble creature,
truly,
gather pearls in your wake
and do not forget Aja,
watery, turbo

reflected in blubbler eyes.

― Orbit (Orbit), Monday, 1 December 2003 00:30 (twenty-one years ago)

"Manatee"

Turbo manatee
Everyone loveth thee
Except for me

― Aja (aja), Monday, 1 December 2003 00:38 (twenty-one years ago)

All these poems are very nice. It's a pity that Dan Perry won this thread three days ago.

― Curt1s St3ph3ns, Monday, 1 December 2003 01:58 (twenty-one years ago)

we got caught up in the raw emotion of the words "turbo" and "manatee".
it could happen to anyone,

― Orbit (Orbit), Monday, 1 December 2003 03:13 (twenty-one years ago)

I have to agree with Curtis actually.

Didnt anyone like my Mark E Pastiche then? :( OH well.

― Trayce (trayce), Monday, 1 December 2003 03:20 (twenty-one years ago)

Can we have an Appalling Poetry contest involving the use of the word "twee"?

― Orbit (Orbit), Monday, 1 December 2003 05:23 (twenty-one years ago)

In poems like these, all words are twee

― nate detritus (natedetritus), Monday, 1 December 2003 05:26 (twenty-one years ago)

(except "hymen")

― nate detritus (natedetritus), Monday, 1 December 2003 05:26 (twenty-one years ago)

and "slut-dust"

― Orbit (Orbit), Monday, 1 December 2003 05:27 (twenty-one years ago)

I liked them all. A true judge of appalling poetry, I have little or no discrimination or taste. It's all good.

― colin s barrow (colin s barrow), Monday, 1 December 2003 05:28 (twenty-one years ago)

my epic ready for the challenge of being awful for the ages like Longfellow.

― jack cole (jackcole), Monday, 1 December 2003 05:35 (twenty-one years ago)

oh.
my.
god.

― Orbit (Orbit), Monday, 1 December 2003 05:37 (twenty-one years ago)

Hiawatha better watch out!

― jack cole (jackcole), Monday, 1 December 2003 05:39 (twenty-one years ago)

gargh gragh fnah

― nate detritus (natedetritus), Monday, 1 December 2003 05:39 (twenty-one years ago)

beautiful.

― possible m (mandinina), Monday, 1 December 2003 05:41 (twenty-one years ago)

fort of turbid contraction
turbo brothel hot
pincer grabs at thine turbine

an ermine of perfected
elision displays
turbo vacuum emission

on worm censored red glutton
for birthing the ploy
of turbo inchoate sex

weed thus the turbo brickshard
pubic and olid
from our turbo'd neighborhood

― Bosco Shortpants, Tuesday, 2 December 2003 21:00 (twenty-one years ago)

This is all your fault, Colin S. Barrow. I am typing at work and must restrain myself from typing the word "Turbo" in very inappropriate places, e.g. "You TURBO are out of compliance with §1415(b)(3)."

― Orbit (Orbit), Tuesday, 2 December 2003 21:25 (twenty-one years ago)

Angel love, my turbo partner
The sun has burnt its fuel
ten times, the weasel crows
and all is right and good

grandma summer, uncle fall
the love of christmas is their undertaker
so free
and twighlight sees
turbo girl, turbo fox
let me release your engine's FIRE
fuck you, molasses, up your skinny asses

― latebloomer (latebloomer), Tuesday, 2 December 2003 22:28 (twenty-one years ago)

(haha thanks Curt1s!)

― Dan Perry (Dan Perry), Tuesday, 2 December 2003 22:48 (twenty-one years ago)

turbo
turbo, turbo, turbo,
turbo, turbo,
turbo, turbo,turbo,turbo,turbo,turbo,turbo,turbo,
turbo,turbo,turbo,turbo,
turbo,
turbo,turbo,turbo,
turbo,turbo,turbo,
turbo,turbo,turbo,turbo,turbo,
turbo,turbo!
turbo,turbo,turbo,turbo,turbo,turbo,turbo,turbo,turbo,turbo,turbo,
turbo,turbo?
turbo,turbo,turbo,turbo.

I call it Backward Masking

― Christian Rawk (Christian Rawk), Tuesday, 2 December 2003 22:51 (twenty-one years ago)

http://monkeydyne.com/rmcs/opencomic.phtml?rowid=43283

I am very very sorry in advance *runs away*.

― Trayce (trayce), Tuesday, 2 December 2003 23:58 (twenty-one years ago)

TRAYCE I KISS YOU

― Dan Perry (Dan Perry), Wednesday, 3 December 2003 01:32 (twenty-one years ago)

"I Want One Too"

I can see the glitter in you eyes
As you look to the skies
Looking for your turbojet
I know we've only just met

Can I get one too
One that is new
I feel it's what I need
And it would be a good deed

If you gave me one
That weighs a ton
I'll have one that is greater
And I'll see you later

― Aja (aja), Wednesday, 3 December 2003 03:39 (twenty-one years ago)

exboyfriend
stop postin'
on my diary.
turbo your ass
back to kansas.
no, not really.

― possible m (mandinina), Wednesday, 3 December 2003 15:56 (twenty-one years ago)

three months pass...

Some fine poems, some great memories.

― the music mole (colin s barrow), Friday, 12 March 2004 01:14 (twenty-one years ago)

On reflection, Aja's strikes a nice balance between so bad it's good and so bad it's bad.

― the music mole (colin s barrow), Friday, 12 March 2004 01:17 (twenty-one years ago)

so unfair of me and jack_cole to do so many poems celebrating the teachers in our high school

and yet so right

― Begs2Differ (Begs2Differ), Friday, 12 March 2004 01:20 (twenty-one years ago)

HAHAHA I'd forgotten I did that Red Meat comic, how tasteless of me! Wahey!

― Trayce (trayce), Friday, 12 March 2004 02:10 (twenty-one years ago)

I ate all the plums
in the refrigerator,
so sweet and so cold,
and so much like my
turbo codpiece
when the clothes dryer broke.

― Aimless (Aimless), Friday, 12 March 2004 03:17 (twenty-one years ago)

one year passes...

http://monkeydyne.com/rmcs/opencomic.phtml?rowid=43283

This is in my bookmarks.

― The Ghost of Black Elegance (Dan Perry), Thursday, 1 September 2005 18:52 (nineteen years ago)

it occurs to me
I could have skipped high school and
just read this instead

I miss old jack cole
and those sweet poetic nights
uh oh TURBO DOUCHE

― Haikunym (Haikunym), Thursday, 1 September 2005 19:03 (nineteen years ago)

Turbo
Bonzo,
Turbo
Bozo,
Toledo
Shock absorber,
Anthill on a treadmill
Harry Cypress Hill
overdrive

― logouted, Thursday, 1 September 2005 20:39 (nineteen years ago)

six months pass...

Hahaha my bookmark to that Red Meat comic still works!

― Dan (The Legacy Lives On) Perry (Dan Perry), Friday, 31 March 2006 20:00 (nineteen years ago)

three years pass...

There is no fire.
No flame.
No idiom.
No marketplace.
No obscuring distance
that makes us love the shadow of the other.
I am but a part of my sums
and the blood on my gums.

― Tuomas, Tuesday, 16 February 2010 11:15 (fifteen years ago)

(That one came to my head just now, while I was eating lunch.)

― Tuomas, Tuesday, 16 February 2010 11:16 (fifteen years ago)

I like the bit in brackets.

― Mark G, Tuesday, 16 February 2010 11:17 (fifteen years ago)

A drowning man keeps sinking
But the dead men always float
I pondered on this irony
As I pushed you off the boat

― We should have called Suzie and Bobby (NickB), Tuesday, 16 February 2010 11:19 (fifteen years ago)

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