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Here's a great suggestion which came up in digestion. If you can turn a tidy rhyme then you can make a prime dime.
Subject: Internet, Special Reserve, Freeola, Games, Consoles and/or people or animals of the forums (including staff)*.
Your subject must be any or all of the above otherwise your poem will not count.
Best poem by midday on September 5th wins a £25 EXTRA GAD prize. That's any game of your choice up to £25. (Poems are worth much to us)
Only one winner. The Judge will be Fate (my wife).
Oh yes - leave out the complete rubbish PLEASE. And if it is supposed to be the words to a tune then please tell us which tune as we don't carry a juke box of ditties in our little heads.
*er - I don't mean the staff are animals.
Subject: Internet, Special Reserve, Freeola, Games, Consoles and/or people or animals of the forums (including staff)*.
Your subject must be any or all of the above otherwise your poem will not count.
Best poem by midday on September 5th wins a £25 EXTRA GAD prize. That's any game of your choice up to £25. (Poems are worth much to us)
Only one winner. The Judge will be Fate (my wife).
Oh yes - leave out the complete rubbish PLEASE. And if it is supposed to be the words to a tune then please tell us which tune as we don't carry a juke box of ditties in our little heads.
*er - I don't mean the staff are animals.
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Happy Summer Holidays At UkChatForums
The war has begun,
The spammers are invading,
One by one,
Members are fading.
But the courageous say ‘Nay!’
And fight through the battles,
The spammers shout ‘Gay!’
Laughing loud with a cackle.
Regular against spammer,
Notable against fanboy,
Offensive in manner,
They care not for our joy.
Staff with their ban-bats,
Regulars with wit,
Step aside all of you JATs,
You might get hit.
So the fighting ensues,
But they keep coming back,
They have nothing to lose,
Which is what we lack.
It seems we’re diminished,
But a light shines bright,
The holidays are finished,
And that ends the fight.
The spammers are at school,
SR is now clear,
Banished are those fools,
At least for a year.
By Maverick42.
The war has begun,
The spammers are invading,
One by one,
Members are fading.
But the courageous say ‘Nay!’
And fight through the battles,
The spammers shout ‘Gay!’
Laughing loud with a cackle.
Regular against spammer,
Notable against fanboy,
Offensive in manner,
They care not for our joy.
Staff with their ban-bats,
Regulars with wit,
Step aside all of you JATs,
You might get hit.
So the fighting ensues,
But they keep coming back,
They have nothing to lose,
Which is what we lack.
It seems we’re diminished,
But a light shines bright,
The holidays are finished,
And that ends the fight.
The spammers are at school,
SR is now clear,
Banished are those fools,
At least for a year.
By Maverick42.
This is about a dude Called Quinty.
Quinty, the dude,
He really is cool,
He's never ever rude,
and now he's back to school.
Quinty!
When he's online,
he's a top dude, you'll see,
Talk to him, he's fine,
Or i'll hit you with a tree!
Quinty!
I'll cut this one short,
as I am out of ideas,
Quinty like to play Sport,
And has run form his Peers.
Quinty!
Quinty, the dude,
He really is cool,
He's never ever rude,
and now he's back to school.
Quinty!
When he's online,
he's a top dude, you'll see,
Talk to him, he's fine,
Or i'll hit you with a tree!
Quinty!
I'll cut this one short,
as I am out of ideas,
Quinty like to play Sport,
And has run form his Peers.
Quinty!
Entitled Microchips
Microchips the regular
constantly online
Microchips the alcoholic
Always drinking wine
He lives on the Forums
It's the place he calls home
He reads posts real quickly
And hangs Newbies with a phone
He named himself after his favourite food
He eats them for tea and says no to fruit
We wonder why he comes online
His offline life is probably fine:S
My time has come to end this poem
Microchips screaming in a scary tone
I finish with this I hope you agree
Microchips an icon for you and me:D
(disclaimer he didn't hang me by the phone but i turned regular today so it works out :D )
Microchips the regular
constantly online
Microchips the alcoholic
Always drinking wine
He lives on the Forums
It's the place he calls home
He reads posts real quickly
And hangs Newbies with a phone
He named himself after his favourite food
He eats them for tea and says no to fruit
We wonder why he comes online
His offline life is probably fine:S
My time has come to end this poem
Microchips screaming in a scary tone
I finish with this I hope you agree
Microchips an icon for you and me:D
(disclaimer he didn't hang me by the phone but i turned regular today so it works out :D )
You really have creative licence with the subject of urine, don't you think?
Hur hur.
Anyway, back to my imaginative and award winning poems....
Thanks said she,
Who got something for free,
I think she was called Dee,
I forgot as I needed a pee.
I took a pee,
On the tree,
At half-past three,
When people were drinking some tea.
Stop doing that, ye,
Said he,
The one who was looking at me,
Whilst I was taking a pee.
Along came a bee,
And stung him on the knee,
He looked away from me,
So I finished me wee.
I saw some guy called Lee,
Who was taking a pee,
In the sea,
That disgraced me.
Anyway, back to my imaginative and award winning poems....
Thanks said she,
Who got something for free,
I think she was called Dee,
I forgot as I needed a pee.
I took a pee,
On the tree,
At half-past three,
When people were drinking some tea.
Stop doing that, ye,
Said he,
The one who was looking at me,
Whilst I was taking a pee.
Along came a bee,
And stung him on the knee,
He looked away from me,
So I finished me wee.
I saw some guy called Lee,
Who was taking a pee,
In the sea,
That disgraced me.
This is entitled Russ.
There's this Guy,
Who everyone knows,
awd, he's not shy,
and has hardly any foes!
Russ!
His name is starts with R,
then an M, and so on,
He's posts really go far,
GAD many times, he's won.
Russ!
He's a really nice Chap,
Who knows lot's o' stuff,
He doesn't need a map,
as he's always on time. (don't ask ;D)
Russ!
So now I must go,
It's time to jet,
This poem is about joe,
I mena russ, yeah i bet!
Russ!
:D
As I said, don't ask!
There's this Guy,
Who everyone knows,
awd, he's not shy,
and has hardly any foes!
Russ!
His name is starts with R,
then an M, and so on,
He's posts really go far,
GAD many times, he's won.
Russ!
He's a really nice Chap,
Who knows lot's o' stuff,
He doesn't need a map,
as he's always on time. (don't ask ;D)
Russ!
So now I must go,
It's time to jet,
This poem is about joe,
I mena russ, yeah i bet!
Russ!
:D
As I said, don't ask!
There was once a boy, called M Chip
And his post's were good, no fib
But then came along AJ
In spite of the 'way-hays'
and said you'll never win GAD for that
Terrible, but I'm bored.
The forum u-serr called Russ
Always had thoughts of lust (???)
So he called up Cubist
And said 'Hey mate I'm p!ssed
Why not come round to my place
That was also terrible. More soon :D
And his post's were good, no fib
But then came along AJ
In spite of the 'way-hays'
and said you'll never win GAD for that
Terrible, but I'm bored.
The forum u-serr called Russ
Always had thoughts of lust (???)
So he called up Cubist
And said 'Hey mate I'm p!ssed
Why not come round to my place
That was also terrible. More soon :D
Good god boy, that was terrible!
But I like it! ;)
But I like it! ;)
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