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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.

One

take control of me
you're messing with the enemy
blah blah blah

10 minutes of trimming

I feel empty,
Like an unoccupied washing machine,
Haircut, oh how you have plagued me.

Corruption

I see now
I see why,
why I assumed
why I pretended to
Believe
That one day
I would finally see the
Truth that would be lies
Lies that would be True
That's why I don't want to see.

Who won? Who said it's over, eh?

So who won?

A poem about the haiku

you poor
co-
on

A Haiku for you

Today, my birthday
I was given four Pritt Sticks
My life is awful

In my head

[I]Tapping on the floor
I know that it's annoying you
humming my tune
I defy your looks of disgust
Clicking to the tune
I know you want to kill me
but how can you hate my love
of the Rocky theme music?

Tomorrow

[I]Sandwiched in the middle of the week
Between the dour and the bored
is a day
so succulent
so devine

At least upon first look

Second glance, still nice.
A 1 o'clock start -
i'll be sleeping in -
and then two fairly simple lessons.

Look deeper

deeper

2 lessons. Of History.
back to back.
3 hours of hell in a college room.
All about spain and Alexander II.

Basts.

NO BALL GAMES IN THE COMMON ROOM, HOVES

A sphere saves our boredom
as we toss it around the common room,
hand, to hand, to hand
misplaced upon the floor,
bounced from the ceiling.

And then we realise,
all at once, but not together,
this is what we were put here to do.