There once was a fellow named Wheylon
who stood up in a boat with a rail-on
"It's a mast," he declared
as his organ he bared
"and it's perfect for hanging a sail on!"
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- He/Him
Writer, TF Finatic, Recohoster, and Game dev. Wasnt able to post here as much as I liked, but I'll miss it and all of yall. Till we meet again, friends!
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in reply to @apogeesys's post:
There once was a big sphynx before me
She, too, had decided to vore me.
I decided to sit
And commit to the bit
Of this poem, now writ.
Could she tolerate it?
This grotesque counterfeit
Crime against English lit.
Til at last she admit
She would have to permit
Me to go, so I split.
The end.
Acrostic poem
Crostic poem
Rostic poem
Ostic poem
Stic poem
Tic poem
I'm
Cool
there once was a sphinx from thebes
who had a whole thing against leaves
a man played her a ballad
(just once!) 'bout a salad
she vanquished him with arms lockheed (martin)
[quotes Vogon poetry until you slam her into a locker]
in reply to @ivym's post:
i saw the post and said finally. [cracks knuckles] it is my time to shine