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[Thor]

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[Thor]

When the universe started with a bang

and when God and the angels sang

one of the sparks that flew

must have been destined to become you

[Wilco]

A Marine

We sleep so warm, in our bed we lie
While a Marine is out there, ready to die
To die for his country, to keep it alive
A Marine is there, to take the dive
Christmas comes, here we are
While a Marine sits in his foxhole way a far
We open presents, in the Christmas tree light
While a Marine on the front, pushes on the fight
Here we sit, eating a Christmas feast
While a Marine dies fighting the beast
Here we are, not having to hide
All because of that Marine, who had fallen in pride
I thank you Marine, Semper Fi

[Maine Finn]

*cough* (http://www.militaryphotos.net/forums/viewtopic.php?t=9991)

[Thor]

How could I miss that?

Oh well.

[The Chap]

Charge of the Light brigade

Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
`Forward, the Light Brigade!
Charge for the guns!' he said:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.


`Forward, the Light Brigade!'
Was there a man dismay'd?
Not tho' the soldier knew
Some one had blunder'd:
Their's not to make reply,
Their's not to reason why,
Their's but to do and die:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.

Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the six hundred.

Flash'd all their sabres bare,
Flash'd as they turn'd in air
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army, while
All the world wonder'd:
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right thro' the line they broke;
Cossack and Russian
Reel'd from the sabre-stroke
Shatter'd and sunder'd.
Then they rode back, but not
Not the six hundred.

Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
While horse and hero fell,
They that had fought so well
Came thro' the jaws of Death,
Back from the mouth of Hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred.

When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wonder'd.
Honour the charge they made!
Honour the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred!

-- Alfred, Lord Tennyson


The only poem I ever liked

[PeterRJG]

Little boy blue
all over his shoe.

Fin.

[Midav]

Little boy blue
all over his shoe.

Fin.

rofl rofl rofl

[Lokos]

On Truth

The only truth out there,
Is the truth that's yours,
And there are no others,
All is perception
And truth is nothing but

It is the truest truth
That nothing is true,
We all live in the Cave,
And watch the shadows
Dancing on the cave walls

And, yes, my truth is false
And your false is truth,
All is perception, see,
The way I see and
The way you see differ

You lie with every breath
And I'm always wrong,
Because there is no right
And there is no truth
But yours and mine, see?

***

On Laughter

Laughter is a busy signal,
Your mind's external protest
To an absurd situation,
When everything confuses,
And nothing fits the established
Parameters of your life

Humour is the human response,
Appreciated, revered
By those who don't understand it,
And lacking comprehension
They learn to love it,
And to love absurdity

***

SYMPTOMS OF MADNESS

In the fields of bitter decision,
Where the red flowers blossom sadly,
Between metal and flesh there is collision,
The call goes out for the reaper's scythe

Life and death dance in the sick balance,
The desire for both burning and raging,
In the throes of the end there is valiance;
It is cold comfort for the grey faced fallen

And what is left but ashes in the wind?
Glory fades in the grimness of time,
It salves not the wounds of those who've sinned,
Who have naught now but the fruits of fate

Their suffering is the symptom of madness,
Dark and calculated and not really their own,
The prevailing thought is one of sheer sadness,
For the heroes of unnecessary follies.

Lokos

[Stavka]

The cat

The cat shat on my mat. Then spat in my hat. What's up with that?




And of course the classic:

Ode to a Goldfish:

My wet pet.

[Scottie]

I saw a man
his name was stavka
he had a stache and a rahter large schanstugga
he said hello
i said hi back
i licked his *****
and he kissed my crack

the end :)

[Rantanplan]

Teh big fat cat
Was glad it could chat
with his boyfriend Brad
on M P dot net

Thank you very much.

[toki]

I saw a man
his name was stavka
he had a stache and a rahter large schanstugga
he said hello
i said hi back
i licked his *****
and he kissed my crack

the end :)

My name is scottie,
i'm a hottie.
I'm pretty young,
but believe me... i'm hung.

:| :lol:

[Roger Rabbit]

A disgusting young man named McGill
Made his neighbors exceedingly ill
Because of his habits
Involving white rabbits
And a bird with a flexible bill.

[Locked N Loaded]

The higher the mountain...
The greener the grass

The younger the woman...
The tighter the ass

The older the woman...
The tougher the skin

The longer the pecker...
The quicker it's in

:D

**YIKES**

[Scottie]

long and thin goes to far in

short and thick does the trick

rofl

[Locked N Loaded]

long and thin goes to far in

short and thick does the trick

rofl

ALL guys with small ****s say that...... rofl ....... ;)

[PeterRJG]

There was a man from France
Who waited ten years for his chance
Then he blew it.