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"Poetry corner"

The idea behind this place is that instead of starting your own thread with one poem they can all go in here instead.
Here is then, a place for your all your word's of beauty, anger, love, disappointment and anything else you care to add.

Victim 99

You read it right, a man was killed today
And i had to watch them go through the motions
" What a waste " " What a national disgrace "
And then move on to another with such disrespectful haste
People don't care, show false sorrow
And it's all very sad now
But see if you remember his name tommorow
Someones son and someones lover
Pushed aside, just another
That died before his time, victim of a crime
Victim 99

For my friend Mark Burgess

DiscoDexy wrote:
> The sagacious one wrote:
> The shop is liable for prosecution, as a sign stating no refunds
> does
> not grant idemnity from legislation. I suggest that you write to
> Watchdog and have these evil tyrants arrested.
>
> Its actually a fictonal poem, it never really happened.

Never!

The sagacious one wrote:
> The shop is liable for prosecution, as a sign stating no refunds does
> not grant idemnity from legislation. I suggest that you write to
> Watchdog and have these evil tyrants arrested.

Its actually a fictonal poem, it never really happened. And i don't have a pet Rat either.

Wakka wrote:
> Me
>
> I'm a great poet
> And I know it.

Stop it Wakka. If you have a poem, keep it.

DiscoDexy wrote:

> Demanded a refund right away,
> He pointed to a sign on display,
> No Refunds - that’s our law
> [B] You only get what you pay for.

The shop is liable for prosecution, as a sign stating no refunds does not grant idemnity from legislation. I suggest that you write to Watchdog and have these evil tyrants arrested.

Me

I'm a great poet
And I know it.

[I]You only get what you pay for:

Sitting upon a shelve one day,
Was a digital camera on display,
Twenty pounds seemed such a snip,
Twenty Pounds - cheap as chips,
Handing over my hard earned cash,
The till assistant starts to laugh,
Got it home, broke the seal;
at twenty pounds was it a steel?

Took some pictures of my cat,
Filmed some mpegs of my rat,
USB lead in each hole,
Upload my media, good times roll?

To my horror i had found,
The pictures reflect on Twenty pound,
Pixilated, a load of Cack,
if wanted my money back -

Demanded a refund right away,
He pointed to a sign on display,
No Refunds - that’s our law
[B] You only get what you pay for.

I retched upon your face last night,
you were sleeping all the while,
but do not fret, nor state regret,
I did it with a smile.

When voiding up my love for you,
a puce of chips and peas,
I touched your hair and touched you there,
My stomach churning bright green seas.

Also

Also, don't forget.
To add.
Up the lines.

Just don't forget.
You'll never know.
When also, also.
Also: how about that?

Springy, springy hosepipe.
Reeling into the sun.
Drop down, spin around.
Also: kink, kink. Dred. Kink.

Didn't know that now, did we?
Such a shame - I always WEEN

Massive rats, slithering down...
Also: beats, and many, many feet.
... the pipe, to where, the under - of desire.
The up-side, always seen.
The underside, is where I've been.

Such a shame - I always WEEN

Aha! Touché.
I see your failure, to connect.
Also: poor, very poor scores in the games. Arcade.
Mode. Rn. Dance - for the life, and the beat, and the feet will never stop.

Will you>> Please. Dance.
Around the maypole, maple tree.
SS - "" Dance for me.

Yes + yes.
Also: ween
= no.

Understand?

DiscoDexy wrote:
> If you read the poem you would have recived a warning.

Heh. Yeah - but then I got carried away admiring the pretty pictures...