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Awright, it's just like the other post-about-the-person threads, but now it's time to get those creative juices flowing! Are you sick and tired of the mundane replies you get on the other threads, like:
"^Is a boy"
"^Is a Littleton Master Chef"
"^Exists?"
Are you bored with the everyday post? Time to write a poem about the person above you!
For starters, someone can write a poem about me. I like this thread already!
There is a boy named Jermey,
who is not into bugs and wormies.
So he came on the ToO,
to see what that was all about.
He liked the people and keppt a lookout,
for bats and cats and things like that.
Because he did not want them to crush his hat.
humm...not the best poem in the world. but it will do for now.
Last edited by Mary Anne Ryan on Thu Oct 06, 2005 12:39 pm, edited 1 time in total.
Mary Anne Ryan works at Holstein's bookshop,
She likes AIO episodes which include "Whit's Flop",
She thinks I don't like bugs,
Or wormies or slugs,
But forgot to mention I like hip-hop.
Here's hoping that this topic doesn't dissolve into measly little poems like,
Lord Sesshoumaru,
quotes Hillary Duff.
His poem included Sonic the Hedgehog,
and other such stuff.
Is he calling me a little stranger?
I really have no clue.
He might as well call me the Lore Ranger,
I've been called quite a few.
This poem is about Lord Sesshoumaru.
Thank you for mentioning my awesomeness,
I don't think I am, but for an educated guess,
Ask OrigamiKid, 'cause she really knows me,
I doubt you know Hillary Duff, but that's an educated guess only.
My toes I don't count,
I thought I'd know'd em,
Those sentences had bad grammar,
And I talked like Yoda!
Jeremy Cartwood's threads
Always seem to end up dead.
This post about myself
Is my pulling it off the shelf
And feeding it the words it needs to be fed.