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"New and shiny Short Poem Competition"

Ashman wins.

Ashman wrote:
> Okay, to save making a new thread and all that gayby stuff. Lets
> restart right here. Yeah, that's right. Go ahead and alter your first
> post if you want, immy.
>
> Anyway, the topic is, "a single, small south american
> child"
>
> Go.

MRAH

Eight

Don't be late
Those who are late
Will end up dead
Shot through the head
So march on soldier

Ahahaha - idiotic spam filter thinks an abbreviated 'who are' must be a 'female prostitute' :')

Sorry

Should this be called 8?
I spoilt your counting game
Whoops I'm sorry
Well, no, I'm not

Seven

Communism,
awful stuff.
Everyone gets the same,
Now that's what I call lame.

Six

I hide away from her political views
flowers, they liberate me.

Five

The song of those outside reaches us
It enters our ears
Our thoughts
Our minds
The catterwhaling of the shunned
Forever
Remorseless
Five long years it's been
Someday they'll move on

One boy and 'pod,
A barnfire they were sat round,
'Bored I am' the boy then thought,
So burnt the barn to the ground,

He went to court,
They heard his lies,
The lawyer sobbed and his parents coughed,
"Twas Neal! Twas Neal!" he cried,

Ten months later the hammer fell,
Now all Dringo can do is mope,
He'll sit in that cell for days on end,
And pray he won't drop the soap.

Four

I stupidly walked
into a door
and I was
sore
for
a week.

Three

So much about you
i miss
the clumsy way
we used to kiss

Two

Just me and you,
Just the two
of us.