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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.
There once was a N00bie,
Who never did spam,
He said his name was Julie,
so I gave him a ham.
Cubist!
He would go into topics,
And post lots of stuff,
But never about the tropics,
As he's far too rough!
Cubist!
Some say he loves a game,
But Many say no,
Some say he uses a Zimmer frame,
I use a walking stick, so?
Cubist!
Now I must leave,
This was really fun,
well, that's what I believe,
Fine, i'll go get my gun!
Cubist!
Giving all those games away,
Some to newbies,
That are pooey,
Some to regs,
Bunch of smegs,
Some to notables,
So un-not-able,
Some to AfroJoe,
Who's such a smelly ho!
:-D
A very Scottish Scotsman,
Mr. Sugary Ant was an Essexman,
A very Essexish Essexman,
Miss Rosalind was a Hullwoman,
A very Hullish Hullwoman,
Oh, and Grix was Welsh.
Words really DO say more than.... er.... words.
Obsessed with My Little Pony
'Fate' saw it in his room
Chased him out with a broom
And now Tony's all alone-y
> GAD is rad.
I have an extension:
GAD is rad, and ain't some fad.
Liked to sneeze,
In the breeze,
On the cheese,
It said please,
Once it had recieved the sneeze,
Then the cheese,
Ate the breeze,
And the sneeze,
Killed it's trees.
Sorry about this, but it's Herc's birthday soon and this is a present.
:-D
He's incredibly strong,
and blows milk through his nose,
he once made a song,
about his wonderful toes.
Herc!
He looks like a Bloke,
but I know the truth,
He drank loads of coke,
and called himself Ruth.
Herc!
After his shower,
He goes to the gym,
Where he gets all his power,
From a woman called Kim,
Herc.
So, in the end,
He's a pretty funny guy,
He doesn't offend,
and he really can't fly!
Herc!
Matt,
He has a big cat,
Matt,
Matt,
It, had a pink hat,
Matt,
Matt,
On him it shat,
Matt,
Matt,
He threw it on on the train track!
Ahem.
It doesn't make you sick up your food,
When you don't wash,
You'll get sick and go 'splosh',
And the sick'll tumble out of your.. errr... schmood!
The Tonty ain't a bonty,
He started SR with a guy called Monty,
Between you and me, Monty was a Nonty,
So Tonty hit him wiv stick,
Took his eyes out with a tooth pick,
Before feeding him to his pet Bonty.
Long ago Tonty found a ronty,
Sold it for chonty,
Created the forums of Special Reserve,
Where Stryke and Grix insult the Verve
All was not well in Tonty land,
Ninty's and Sonyphiles fought each day,
(Though they now seem to agree and think that n00b's are gay),
But they were all just here for gameaday,
A system where Meka and pb bribe Snugglay.
Then, on a warm summer's day,
Someone came up with a plan,
Frying equality in a pan,
By inventing the Regular, Notable and Newbie system.
Which messed everything up....
For a while no-one saw the Tonty,
Dringo and Edgy swore they'd seen his lonty,
As Mystique said something icky about a cronty,
And Hercules gave a lecture on zonty,
Who will remain anonymous for the sake of my bronty....
But then one day returned a certain Shaneo,
Who'd made a fake identity as yet another cameo,
Which forced Tonty to ride his Alfa Romeo
Right to Fog chat,
Where he hit Shane with a door-mat,
And made him go splat.
Everyone is now happy again,
Except for most people, who think others are a pain,
But when users are down,
And instead of gads have a frown,
They remember this tale of the great leader:
The Tonty.