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"Grix's Birthday Poem (the not gay one)"

So Grix hits 18
Cusp of adulthood and responsibility
But when I 1st came here I thought he
Already was an adult
Then I realised
He wasn't

And he posted lots of stuff about games
And then they created this forum
And he posted loads of gay poems
About life, the universe and all that jazz
But they weren't gay really

He's sensitive and genteel
You could suggest that meant swishy
Indeed it is almost certain
But he dispels that rumour
By talking about a game chock full
Of Pirates and pixies and boats
With the word "sky" in the title

But Grix is not gay
Oh no
He is just quiet and thoughtful
You dont have to strut around like an ape
To prove your masculinity
But it helps
So instead of bragging about sexual exploits
He talks about computer games
And writes poems

But do not think Grix is gay
He is 18
And 18 doesn't mean he's a fairy
No
It means he's getting hairy
In places he wasn't before
He thinks this means he's a werewolf
He could be right
A big pink werewolf
That writes poems about the sky and kittens

So happy birthday Grix Thraves
Did you know your name is an anagram of
Git Shaver?

18 now
It's all more fun from here
Wait until you hit 25
People expect you to know stuff
And you can spout toss
And it sounds like gospel

Happy Birthday
You big gay laureate

Gayest Thread Ever

I'll say it again, Best Thread Evar!1

You seem obsessed witb man-action.

I shall leave this be, for I do not wish to stir those dark eddying pools of wanton cowboy lust you seem to emanate.

Honestly, a massive poem about nasty things.
I'll stick with my "Best Poem Ever" I wrote that started off
"I like boobs"

Each to their own

*does the shooty finger thing and leaves*

Please, kids, do yourself a favour and stop reading now. :0D

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If I wrote like you
And
Just stopped
When
Ever
I felt the need to press enter
Then
Surely
This is more up your own arrs
Than
Up mine?
Which I thought was the point
Not just a rhyme
For I only do rhyming
Because it's far funnier
And maybe my wit
Is far more runnier
Because now I'm in
A fabulous mood
I think I'll insult you
And try to be crude
Wakes at night
Wishing John
Was back again
To turn you on
Cry yourself
Back to bed
Cus Steve's not here
I bet when women
Undress and lies
You bend them over
And close your eyes
Because if you concentrate
Hard enough
You'll think they're men
Big and tough
Because that's how you like them
With heavy sacks
Big hairy arms
And sweaty backs
You rub your man essense
All over their skin
To put wind in your sail
How do I know this?
Mr Ripper said
He came crying to me
It's not because
You're really mean
He told me
He was too clean
To turn you on
So you turned your back
And you wouldn't let him
I guess that's enough
For a night anyway
You're probably turned on
You big smelly gay

Best thread ever.

Goatboy wrote:
> The insistence on rhyming
> Is all about timing
> And which to word to put at the end
> It's just not that hard
> To sound like a bard
> Now which way was it you bend?

LOL Genius.

The insistence on rhyming
Is all about timing
And which to word to put at the end
It's just not that hard
To sound like a bard
Now which way was it you bend?

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And to counter the limerick above it is time
To continue in a more prose style
Wheras Grix likes to use rhymes
I prefer to use syntax and beats
It just feels more natural to do
That to me
There's no thought to it
I just write until it feels like
The end of that particular line
You big Welsh Benny

Dont want to Deflate Goaty, but i think grix's poem wins, its the rhymingness.

What a great thread
so funny too
I wish I could be
18 like you

Happy Smurfday Grix.

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