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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.
I hate this site.
I just typed up a poem, a pretty good one in my opinion, and what do I get?
A godforsaken 'Server Cannot Be Found' message. I click the back button, and what am I greeted with?
A blank reply box. At least a half hour's work gone in the blink of an eye. I sincerely hope you either improve your glitchy server (this is not the first time this has happened to me, but is when regarding a sizeable, unsaved post) or get a feature that makes sure when you click on the back button, your message remains (such as in the vB).
I call this poem *Playstation Mistake* by Posh Gates as in Gareth gates :D
I've been feeling down down
I broke my game I've been such a fool
Dropped it on the kitchen floor
Now I'm wanting more
The Playstation fell out of my hand
I just can't understand
It should've happened to anyone but me
This is the second time
I've fallen on my knees
Begging you to take me back in time
So I could try
To save my Playstation2 ... Playstation2
I've had it now for nearly 2 years
We've both had memorable times
Button bashing - thumb smashing
It's been so sublime
But now it's gone and smashed on the floor
God I'm feeling sore
But it could happen to any one of us
Anyone that's clumsy
Anyone like me
Anyone that loves playing games so much
With a different touch
You better move your games with ease ... take it from me!
> Hey, that's my thing, I made that up! *chases DW with a pitchfork*
>
> :-)
SLICK
RICK (hah, my poetry is taking me over now...)
Now say MA.....STE.....PIECE
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The sun shone over the towers,
while Snuggly worked away.
The staff all left for lunch hours,
Still Snuggly worked away.
He sat in a corner,
All covered in paper.
His mind in disarray.
And while the staff left to go home,
Still Snuggly worked away.
The staff all played on the Xbox,
while Snuggly worked away.
They surfed the net and played Turok,
But Snuggly wouldn't play.
The paper grew higher,
Like a great forest fire,
All in Snuggly's in tray.
And while the staff all closed the door,
Still Snuggly worked away.
Now Tony came back to the tower,
while Snuggly worked away,
The other staff turned and cowered,
But Snuggly turned away,
He said to his wife,
"does that man have a life?
Can't he go out and play?"
Then shook his head and went back home,
As Snuggly worked away.
*takes self-deprecating hat off*
So many games and
Prizes galore
Everyday
Cause SR is *the* store:
It's got low, low prices
And lots, lots more
Leaving you well-provided for.
Rollicking forums to
Entertain you too
Special Reserve takes care of you;
Ever-helpful and so so kind
Ready to use and easy to find.
Voluntarily I confess
Elatedly that SR is the best!
I don't mean to be presumptious Tony,
cos I don't like to make assumptions, only
I dreamt these rhymes and have a hunch you'll owe me
25 quid: 'chrome-y' [platinum] for my Sony...
So here are 2 verses about 2 of those topics
[please read, then call nursie, cos I'm BURSTIN with sonnets]
THE INTERNET? I'm inter-that, I just wish I had a broadband
modem to connect: 'so I could surf, like, more... man...'*
scribing messages all day, until I give myself a sore hand
...then take a rest, pay the phone bill... recollect that I'm a poor man
SPECIAL RESERVE? I guess y'all deserve: a special round of applause,
this message is heard & with the rest of the verse, settle down & take your award...
It's Superbly Rewarding to write rhymes on these boards,
Stack the Reddies & horde 'em, you might find even more
freebies & goodies: 'Game-A-Day-licious' prizes
DVDs and games to make a game of our lives with
...but enough sycophancy. I've always despised it.
So for now, I've decided my poem will die with
the last dot on this poem: the one that goes like this.
Posh is feeling swell
How can this be?
It's 'coz of Tony
What has he done?
He said that I have won
That's another one for me
It joins my legacy
Of GADs you seeeeeee...
But that's not all
I'm not "great" at all
Look at the stats
You'll see I'm just a pratt
How can this be?
I'm lacking dignity
In my topics in prime
And poetic rhyyyyyymes...
But I don't care
I enjoy it here
Talking to mates
They just love debates
What about?
Well a lot of stuff
It doesn't really matter
It adds to all the chatteeerrrr....
And that's. about. enough. from. me!
:-)