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Karaoke Night He stood...Karaoke Night by ~Bomcat
Alone
Abashed
Alighted by...
The sound
The crowd
The strange feeling inside...
That maybe the rum was too much
Maybe the lager was too rough
Maybe now was enough
Striding
To the point of no return
Wonderwall, and all it meant
(Nothing,
in case you were wondering)
Stumbling across the bodies
(Ok, there were no bodies
But no-one wanted to tell him that
Now we were wishing we had a dancemat
Just for extra amusement)
The mic in hand, he stood aloft
A mighty God of singing amongst the petty troth
Of cynics, drinkers and disbelivers
"Not again" cried one to him
'Again?' cried he
(Not realising
He'd done t
Talking to shadows Likely, the story starts and ends this way,Talking to shadows by ~Bomcat
You sit down to obtain a scrap
A tiny fragment of conversation
In relation
To yourself
Begin to feel the group
To inhale thier thoughts
To exhale yours
You've waited so patiently
Have digested their imputus and regrets
All loves and rejects
You start to think
As you reach the brink
Of your stories and views
What the hell am I doing here anyway?
The Last Stand of Team U-Bend Behold! Hailed the barman of the DukeThe Last Stand of Team U-Bend by ~Bomcat
Another Quiz for you wasters and drinkers!
We smiled, confident
And ineberated
Lo! We shall conquer all
Cried team U-bend
No more coming 2nd
(If you count 4th as 1st
It makes the feeling less worse
When we lose
Badly)
Another team were prepping for war
Sitting on stools, behind our backs
And so an alliance was called
"Trade you the film round" said we
They said yey, but we were betrayed!
What brings a pub quiz team to sell out thier friends
For a bottle of wine and the fame
Of winning?
(Naturally we had thought along those lines
Not all the time, mind
But especially when we realised
A crappy poem written in 2 min Tempestuous.A crappy poem written in 2 min by ~Bomcat
A way to start a deviant poem in past tense
Many of them have long words that are not needed
And rhyme, despite not making any sense
A jumbled up mish-mash of crappy ideas
Forced together like crocodile tears
Flowing
(Notice the arty depreciation of the lines?
Yes, i write in my spare time)
I love rhyming,
Me.
Cynical and dispassionate
What a nice niche to be in
You may be thinking
That I am taking
The piss
I am
Damn,
And there I was thinking this kindof thing was original....
Er....doo do dobe do tull....
hmm, maybe I should give up the rhyming...
And stick to climbing
Trees.
Sta.sh
I am leaving this message on your userpage in thankies of adding me to your
Many thankies ^^
Jem
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it is better to have died of drink
than never drank at all
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fudgewarpaint is now ~ croissance
Welcome to our neck of the woods. I hope your stop with us is ejoyable and you leave with pleasant memories.
(and feel free to look at my page...
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Indeed.
Well, your here, and thats all that matters...kinda...HEY - I dont write about cutting myself! *pouts*
I think Ima gonna put a watch on ya...
Indeed!
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Hmmm....there is Heaven and Hell on this site - you just gotta look and see if you can find it in various artworks
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