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[Amy Pond]

This is a poem I wrote for Crimson to show my affection because he seems to have left me for another woman.

This will not do

Crimson
Not like the sun
More like a bottle of rum
Every time that you cuddle my bum
I feel

Cute
Like this jute
And the everyday brute
Force you apply when playing your flute
(I like to play your flute it is a familiar past time of mine I'm sure you'll appreciate)

(But it doesn't have holes in)
Why does it feel we are living in sin
Why can't we all be like wonderful Scin
Crimson, my heart you threw it in the bin

Away
Why can't we play
Again some day while watching hentai because I think that is the sort of thing you like not yaoi because that's gay

And not in a bad way it's actually gay

[CrimsonBeats]

You know me so well ;______;

[Radscythe]

This is a very sad and heartfelt poem; I could feel your overflowing love oozing out from it...

It kinda makes me mad that Crimson would leave such a beautiful person!

[RPG_Lover]

The pain in this Poem brings joy to me! The suffering it holds and betrayal of one's heart! It is a sweet taste in my mouth to watch a suffering love triangle take place. So Crimson loves Emmy and Amy loves Crimson. I would love to see how this love ends. Will it end in a even more sweet taste. I might as well get involve between these 2's emotion and twist it to my own doing. HA! HA! HA! HA! The Forum Demon has a new mission.

[Amy Pond]

Ode to Amypond

In a moment you destroy my love and desire
Like a squirrel burning on a funeral pyre
It whimpers and eats nuts while sitting on fire
While time keeps on turning, a motorcar tyre
Of hope and of love of the ghosts in the myre
That come down our way and their woos never tire
Woo woo whoooo woo-woo whoooooo woo wire
And all that this does is keeps lifting us higher
Till you come and crush any hope to inspire
This heart that cannot help but dream and admire
Your face and your body, your heart is a liar
That seems to be off to the next highest buyer
Can't help it, I have to, yes I must inquire
Why you've gone and thrown me into the deep fryer
Again, while my heart shouts like it's a town cryer
"Crimson! Come back! With your eyes of Sapphire!"
And lo, I write this, like a lonely young squire
Admiring her prince who is playing the sire
I'll get in the bath tonight with my hair dryer
Not stopping to care that the dangling wire
Is coming in with it implying a dire
Event in my life is about to transpire
You come in too late but you are a vampire
Apparently
So it's alright I guess

[RPG_Lover]

This new one gave me a little pain in the head but it was filled with suffering from the heart and that is still so sweet!

[Amy Pond]

I title this next poem:

The Life and Troubles of Crimson Itsuki, or, a Treatise on the State of Affairs at .Net

Forget what I said,
I'm glad that you're dead.

[KaiserKami]

*sniff* So heartwarming ;_;

[Amy Pond]

Crimson and the Stalker

Crimson, you have not been on all day, and there are words I've yet to say.

You owe me a fiver, you're not a muff diver, give me your saliva I'm Lady Godiva.
I'm your organizer, your voice synthesizer, your rose tinted vizer, your horse tranquilizer.
I'll make your teeth whiter, your slight of hand slighter, break your new typewriter and make your purse lighter.
While I'm not a minor my boobies are finer by far than the shiners you'd find in a diner.
So when a subscriber to New Advertiser lights an atomizer while sipping his tizer,
Beware, for not far behind is Beleren... and he's trying to sell you a new vaporizer.


Dragon of the that is Cold

Icy Dragon.
In my opinion, is finer than Ronald Reagan.
Or Donald Duck,
But that is irrelevant and quite a digression.
If we were to take all Icedragon's scripts
(In Ruby and other things too I am sure)
And lay them all end to end
They would reach from Beijing to somewhere not too far from Beijing
Because scripts are actually quite small when you print them on toilet paper.
Sorry.


Smelderson

A poem for Nelderson is quite a conundrum
Said Amy, alone with a pipe.
(puff puff puff)
For all of the lyrics are often ho hum
And sadly the rhyming is tripe.
(and you see)
He's a good friend for sure but I do not know much
Of this man of which stands before me
(which is why)
I'll sneak in his room for a look or a touch
And make his room jiggle with glee
(bim bam boom!)
And lo, when the African swallow returns
From a place that is not Timbuktoo
(or Bahrain)
I'll smother his food with slugs, snails and worms
And cover his body in goo

This post has been edited by Amy Pond: Mar 17 2012, 11:09 PM

[Nelderson]

Wow....DEEP....


And I love the Monte Python reference BTW

[CrimsonBeats]

Here's mine.


Nelderson
is jewish.

Oy vey.

Nelderson
likes Matzah

OY VEY!

[Vindication]

Even though almost nobody knows who I am,can you make a poem for me Amy? OwO

[Amy Pond]

While taking a stroll down to Waterloo station
I stumbled across a guy called Vindication.
Is he a vindicator
Or been vindicated?
Regardless the train never came but I waited
Eventually the tanoy above me did ring
The guardsman, in monotone tune did he sing:

"The 10:42 down to old London town
Is late, and might not show at all.
A strange gentleman is standing on the line
The train guard is having a ball.
I think if we drove one at high speed down there
It might knock the guy off the tracks,
We'd do it quite honestly without a care
If not for THE MAN on our backs."

So waited I did, till the clock struck past two
And lonely me twiddled my thumbs
Not sure what to do I walked home instead
And even gave change to the bums.
And lo, on the way, on the tracks I did see
A curious sight, it has to be said
The 10:42 had gone past after all
And now Vindication is dead.

This post has been edited by Amy Pond: Mar 18 2012, 02:37 PM

[Vindication]

Yayz! Thanks for the poem! ...Even if I died in the end :3

[Amy Pond]

I'd make lots of scripts for RPG Maker
If only I wasn't a terrible baker
Although it is strange that my sentence implies
That making a game involves baking some pies

[RPG_Lover]

Now your doing poem for fun...

[Amy Pond]

Radscythe
Is very much like the edge of a knife
I think, for I can't think of words to describe him

I think he's a him but I can't quite remember
But as members go he's a saint.

I can't name a reason why raisins in buns
Can't all point to Radscythe on Sundays,
Other than as the Boomtown Rats point out
That Mondays are not to be liked (not by all)
And if you disagree then I'm sure I would not
Be disappointed in the slightest.

A pope for all seasons?
That's one of the reasons that Radscythe is good at the thing that he does
Which is very important I'm sure
And perfectly reasonable as the subject
...of a poem.

This post has been edited by Amy Pond: Mar 19 2012, 05:13 PM

[Radscythe]

As a man of saintly background I approve of this message =w=d

[Amy Pond]

ewe

SheSheep might be new
But already she has my shoe
I think she stole it from my foot
Now I don't know where to put
My foot

[KaiserKami]

Such a heartwarming poem. ;_;