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"Short Poem Competition Revival"

I don't need to introduce this. It;s the Short Poem Competition. I give you a word, you create literary verse about it and then, magically, a winner is produced. The winning date shall not be announced. Ever.

The words you have to base your brilliance around are below

'(Park) Bench'

Get styling, you hip young cats.

WINNER

Ashman wrote:
> Playing for the jersey
>
> The yellow slides over skin,
> New day, new match, new chances.
> Strolling upon a fresh green pitch,
> Supporters aim their glances.
>
> The jersey owns me, I play for it,
> I love the Crew, I’m Columbus bred.
> It runs deep inside me, yellow blood,
> Without this passion I would be dead.
>
> Give me the ball; a sphere of chance.
> Give me a yard.
> Half a yard.
> Give me anything.
> I want to give the Crew what they deserve.
>
> ”I play for the jersey. I love Columbus.”
>
> And the shirt comes off.
> The gloves removed.
> Buddle twelve.
> CROO APPROVED.
>
> bench

qute

[I]to qute
is to love

[I]wish

i wish i could qute him
qute him all night long
into the
morn
but bed
calls my name for
in it
is your
sister

Enter: cynic

[I]You've laughed
at his jokes
you've quted him
several times

OMG Y DNT U JST BUM HIM NOW M8?

jim-hat wrote:
> The strength of ten cows, is like no other
> As they all walk over, the body of my mother.

Ahaha, I'm actually almost crying

Posers

[I]You're all
sloanie posers

It's cool
to call Bush
'dubya'
and quote Michael Moore
man, my knowledge of politics is vast.

Go and get some burberry
you chav

The Strength Of Ten Cows

The strength of ten cows, is like no other
As they all walk over, the body of my mother.

[I]hate

hate is a very
strong word and
perhaps in this instance
not strong
enough

Busted

[I]Everyone hated
those 3
(or was it 4?)
English fellows

Pity.

[I]he's dead

of course.

Ten Weeks, But Still No Tickets

It's been ten weeks now,
But still no tickets
What a series of unfortunate events
Starring my great friend,
ed, the corpse.