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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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Heh, well done illzen, though that deserves the 50 pound prize!
Tony wrote:
> I've seen it. It's just a tribute. We should gerrid of it.
GOSH! Thats GREAT
> I've seen it. It's just a tribute. We should gerrid of it.
GOSH! Thats GREAT
I've seen it. It's just a tribute. We should gerrid of it.
I want to read AJ's.. its secret
YAY for secret Poems! I think AJs poem should win beacuse it's secret! Hooray for secret AJ!
gerrid wrote:
> Good reply AJ. Well done!
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It was a poem. A secret one.
> Good reply AJ. Well done!
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It was a poem. A secret one.
Good reply AJ. Well done!
Well done illzen!
Yes Fate is always late!
Worst line in a rhyme - it's from Dringo (sorry no prize)
"Your ability to make me forget my woes is an ability you don't lack"
Best line in a rhyme - from the winning entry
"Oh C:\ you keep DRIVING me crazy"
Most persistent poet (sorry no prize)
PoSH Kid
BEST POEM and WINNING ENTRY
Part 3 of illzen's trilogy - THE ODE TO C:\
The whole trilogy is below, so scroll down to see the winning entry.
Congratulations illzen, now you can change your name to betterzen!
Ahem...
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.
Less a poem, more a wretched curse. Should be screamed loudly, in a potentially nasal fashion, to the backing noise of dustbins being crashed unrythmically over Bill Gates' head. With millions of people gurgling and wailing in the background.
Crash, freeze, invalid username or password
*dash* I might need to lend computer games to class-nerds
I'm simply too frustrated to rectify this problem:
a wrinkly frown portrays my PCs infest by goblins.
Teeth ground, hair pulled out in clumps,
Beep sounds and a hard drive memory dump,
I may be a chump or a bit of a doofus
I'm @the mercy of windows which is ridiculously ruthless
Corrupted system files and viral BIOS voodoo
it's enough to twist the mind of an IT boss' guru
I spend ten hours a week repairing this pile
of bent vents and power leads I could compare to the style
of the first ever proto-type Blue Peter computer...
this verse never vocalised before 2 heated reboots. Grrrr.
So now it's time to try to find my inner sanctum,
By playing Time Crisis and tryin to kill the tanks'n'
unleashing some aggression on a nice reliable console:
a therapeutic session to calm my mind, don't deny I should have done so...
before I deleted all my mp3s.
Grrrr... I HATE my empty PC.
Argh. Die you steaming grey hulk of mineral-enhanced silicon... If you think you're getting any more of MY electricity from MY power socket, you're very much mistaken....
fizzz..
pop.
The third and final part to my poetic saga...
THE ODE TO C:\
(translated from the original ancient Java texts)
Oh C:\ you keep DRIVING me crazy
See, you pretend to be empty, but you're just idle and lazy,
why don't you erase ME? cos I'm sure that you hate me
You've caused me more stress than I thought possible lately.
It takes me too long to re-format your fragments,
you treat me like a door-mat, that's why I need tablets
to restrain me from wiping with a powerful magnet
and sacrificing your life like the virgin in Dragnet.
A:\, D:\ and E:\... they set good examples
But I'm in A&E because my C:\ drive's that harmful.
Even 'Murder C:\ wrote' and maybe Miss Marple
can't work out why my hard drive is harder than marble.
So I ask you, I plead, please be more considerate
I'll buy you more RAM, go on, please do consider it
cos if you don't start behaving, you know I'll incinerate
your iron-cast casing and your data-filled inner-plates.
So there you go, my dear PC, there is an ultimatum
if you don't fix up easy, I will take you to a fete'n'
sell you for 20 pence to some guy whose mum's making
a droid for robot wars, one with crummy brakes'n'
dummy-guns that break... so that you get smacked'n'hacked
then I can pop down to the shops a buy myself an Apple Mac
(and to cover up my torn-out hair I'll get a hat or cap)
And with any luck my new computer won't provoke these battle raps.
Worst line in a rhyme - it's from Dringo (sorry no prize)
"Your ability to make me forget my woes is an ability you don't lack"
Best line in a rhyme - from the winning entry
"Oh C:\ you keep DRIVING me crazy"
Most persistent poet (sorry no prize)
PoSH Kid
BEST POEM and WINNING ENTRY
Part 3 of illzen's trilogy - THE ODE TO C:\
The whole trilogy is below, so scroll down to see the winning entry.
Congratulations illzen, now you can change your name to betterzen!
Ahem...
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.
Less a poem, more a wretched curse. Should be screamed loudly, in a potentially nasal fashion, to the backing noise of dustbins being crashed unrythmically over Bill Gates' head. With millions of people gurgling and wailing in the background.
Crash, freeze, invalid username or password
*dash* I might need to lend computer games to class-nerds
I'm simply too frustrated to rectify this problem:
a wrinkly frown portrays my PCs infest by goblins.
Teeth ground, hair pulled out in clumps,
Beep sounds and a hard drive memory dump,
I may be a chump or a bit of a doofus
I'm @the mercy of windows which is ridiculously ruthless
Corrupted system files and viral BIOS voodoo
it's enough to twist the mind of an IT boss' guru
I spend ten hours a week repairing this pile
of bent vents and power leads I could compare to the style
of the first ever proto-type Blue Peter computer...
this verse never vocalised before 2 heated reboots. Grrrr.
So now it's time to try to find my inner sanctum,
By playing Time Crisis and tryin to kill the tanks'n'
unleashing some aggression on a nice reliable console:
a therapeutic session to calm my mind, don't deny I should have done so...
before I deleted all my mp3s.
Grrrr... I HATE my empty PC.
Argh. Die you steaming grey hulk of mineral-enhanced silicon... If you think you're getting any more of MY electricity from MY power socket, you're very much mistaken....
fizzz..
pop.
The third and final part to my poetic saga...
THE ODE TO C:\
(translated from the original ancient Java texts)
Oh C:\ you keep DRIVING me crazy
See, you pretend to be empty, but you're just idle and lazy,
why don't you erase ME? cos I'm sure that you hate me
You've caused me more stress than I thought possible lately.
It takes me too long to re-format your fragments,
you treat me like a door-mat, that's why I need tablets
to restrain me from wiping with a powerful magnet
and sacrificing your life like the virgin in Dragnet.
A:\, D:\ and E:\... they set good examples
But I'm in A&E because my C:\ drive's that harmful.
Even 'Murder C:\ wrote' and maybe Miss Marple
can't work out why my hard drive is harder than marble.
So I ask you, I plead, please be more considerate
I'll buy you more RAM, go on, please do consider it
cos if you don't start behaving, you know I'll incinerate
your iron-cast casing and your data-filled inner-plates.
So there you go, my dear PC, there is an ultimatum
if you don't fix up easy, I will take you to a fete'n'
sell you for 20 pence to some guy whose mum's making
a droid for robot wars, one with crummy brakes'n'
dummy-guns that break... so that you get smacked'n'hacked
then I can pop down to the shops a buy myself an Apple Mac
(and to cover up my torn-out hair I'll get a hat or cap)
And with any luck my new computer won't provoke these battle raps.
mess wrote:
> Fate is great
> Fate is great
> She's fit and Tony is my mate : /
> Even though the winner's late
> And she's making some members irate
> Fate is great
> Fate is great
>
> *silence*
>
> *leaves*
*Stands in silence - mouth hanging open*
What the fu...
> Fate is great
> Fate is great
> She's fit and Tony is my mate : /
> Even though the winner's late
> And she's making some members irate
> Fate is great
> Fate is great
>
> *silence*
>
> *leaves*
*Stands in silence - mouth hanging open*
What the fu...
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