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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.
Without breaking some eggs
And you cannot play football
Without using your legs
But here on the forum
There's no set decorum
So mash on the keyboard and post
If you want to talk Sony,
Wookiee Monster's your man
And if you're a Ninty
Cookie monster's a fan
The Newbies do try
But the regulars sigh
"You're just a gay n00b, don't boast"
If you ignore the spam
And find a great thread
You may be inspired
To post what's in your head
If you just like to jest
Or need help with a pest
We'll advise, but probably laugh most.
You save me from boredom
In my Summer break -
I love Special Reserve!
If I don't get my fix
Then I start to shake, because
I love Special Reserve!
I post on your forums
I chat with you all, yes
I love Special Reserve!
I browse through your stock
With my tiny mouseball -
I love Special Reserve!
I see all the screenshots
And get all the news, oh
I love Special Reserve!
I know what to buy 'cos
I read your reviews -
I love Special Reserve!
I sometimes write hints
Even win Game A Days -
I love Special Reserve!
So thanks for the freebies,
DVDs and some games...
I love you Special Reserve!
I’ve already got a ratchet in my toolbox so don’t you bring those spammers!
Spammers on the forum
They just go on and on in boredom
I really do abhor, hum...
Shouldn't we just ignore them?
Look it is long gone,
Look a playstation 2,
Look it is brand new,
Look this is boring me,
Look i have a sore Knee.
Look I am near the END,
Of this big long bend,
Look i am at the straight,
Look i am so great,
Look a Gate on the road,
Look a plate with a toad.
The layout is blue
I can't write poems
And this place is full of Homo's.
Playing with himself,
You dirty... ;)
To be sung to "Smells Like Teen Spirit" by Nirvana
Connect on the net, come to SR
There's fun galore, no caviar
Prizes to be had, it's attracts you all
But to be accepted, you have to ignore
Ignore, Ignore, Ignore them all
Ignore, Ignore, Ignore them all
Ignore, Ignore,
Cus to be cool, you have to pretend!
That you're here, for other reasons!
"Just for the chat" and to discuss!
Just for the yak, then you're famous!
A good poster, a none spammer,
Or they'll kill you, with their humour!
Yeah!
Within these rooms, most are caring
Fun, talkative and some daring
But one false move, they'll brand you
And then you're done, bandwagon hate you
Hate you, hate you, hate you, hate you
Hate you, hate you, hate you, hate you
Hate you, hate you, hate you, hate you
Hate you, hate you, hate you
Now it may seem, like a bad venture!
For them to feel big, is human nature!
It's just what they do, are you going to loose sleep!?
What do you care, SR has free gifts!
So come join, the SR group! Ignore all, the purple fools!
Yeah!
I speak with experience, I've seen it before
You have the choice, SR can be yours
Posting is great, addictive fun
Who pays the bill, make sure it's your mum?
Your mum, your mum, your mum, your mum
Your mum, your mum, your mum, your mum
Your mum, your mum, your mum, your mum
Your mum, your mum, your mum
Now you're a member, your on your way!
Chat about whatever, to have you say!
Just remember, sucking up!
Only works, if you wear breast cups!
Write some poetry, something that's true!
Don't do console wars, or back to verse two!
I rule (x9)
And there's nothing left to do,
You could always try and visit,
The Special Reserve zoo.
Look, there's a monkey!
He's swinging from the wires,
And there's a student programmer,
[Who likes to start small fires.]
Good gracious that's no monkey!
It's a graphical designer,
He's been taken down and tied up,
And shoved in a bin liner.
Ali's in the cor-ner,
Playing with himself,
Just like monkeys at the zoo,
Cept -he's- sat on a shelf,
With his pants around his ankles
Tony's trying to get him down,
Ali's smells his fingers,
[They're looking rather brown.]
Tony's called for backup,
And here comes Darkus fast,
Tony's screaming loudly,
"THIS TIME IS THE LAST!.
Meanwhile in the toilets,
Hybrid's getting randy,
Mystique's talking about boobs again,
[Taking babies from their candy,]
The newbies have to roll again
Their tongues back in their head,
When Myst announces once again
"I think it's time for bed."
Goatboy is moaning,
About who has left the gate
Wide and open once again
[The forum's in a state]
Stryke and Ant are chasing
The newbies with a stick,
While Sheepy chases after
With his cattle prod quick.
"That's what they call it these days"
Says Rasta with a grin,
Aliboy tuts and finds a box,
And throws Rasta in.
Grix and er-no are talking
About love and stuff and life,
Till Mo-jo-jo... jo runs in
Brandishing a knife,
"DON'T YOU TALK LIKE THIS YOU POOFS!
YOU SHOULD BE MACHO JUST LIKE ME!"
"Oh shoosh now" Grix replies and smiles,
Then struts around camply.
If you must take a message
From everything you do,
Then please heed this one
I try to give to you.
If you ever feel tempted
To try and win a game,
I wouldn't even bother,
It's just not worth the pain.
(Second message, never bore Grix, or he'll write crap like this.)
Shut up.