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"Short Poem Competition Part Trois"

DiscoDexy wrote:
> By rights, Azul should start a new one...
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Ok then.

The topic is Telephone Number.
I expect highly pretentious entries - this is poetry after all.

Googogogo.

Saggy & Lost

Once upon a time, a goth,
Bought a yellow tablecloth.
So bright and sunny it did shine,
Amongst a sea of gothic swine.

Black and red and blood does litter,
The bedroom of an elderly knitter.
I wonder why this pensioner insists,
On listening to Manson and slitting their wrists?

Yes
Et
Low
Lighter
Over (and)
Whiter

Tablecloth, where have you gone?
Has the Royal Mail stolen you too?

Deep.

blam blam blam goes the hammer
blam blam blam goes the shell
blam blam blam goes your mother
as I shove my penis into her colossal v a g i n a.

That was almost as bad as your name, Creppoo.

Mothémon VS Clothémon

Moon shines down
Table looking so brown
He places down a cloth
WATCH OUT IT'S A GIANT MOTH


SLASH SLASH SLASH he goes
Attacking over and over he shows
The yellow table cloth stands
STFU U FKIN NOB B4 I MAK U STFU


DAH DAH DAH goes the music
LEVEL 44 MOTH VS LEVEL 45 CLOTH
Their destinies tied down to a fight
They stand there in the sparkling light

I fathom at the thought,
Emotionless and wrought,
With angst and pain of life,
And this swiss army knife.

But why is it that I hide?
Like a rabbit who can cry,
It's because my friend is gone,
My best friend of so long.

She was so true to me,
A demon sexually,
This yellow tablecloth,
Oh yellow tablecloth.

But now that she is dead,
I have no life to lead,
What must I do now?
It is,
uncertain.

Table cloth,
You're a moth,
I will scoff,
You in a trough.

Ha. Im a poet,
And I didn't even realise...I....was....?? Damn.

A poem about a tablecloth

Yellow tablecloth
covered with chicken broth
why, oh why, do you mock me, so
covered, with soup
Yet you have me so duped
For you are yellow, oh no.

I am a poet.
That, is a poem.