POST UR POETRY..........

if DrunkPoet ever shows up, he'll kick yer meep at this

BRING IT.

drunkpoet knows how to disable the CAPS ON MODE, if I remember correctly. That in itself makes him a champion.

Roses are red Violets are blue Your hair is golden You stupid Jew

My meep, your chin Nibble-tug-stretch Always there, never again.

thats for you poojabber.

oh darling schweetbox

I"ll keep jabbing my nuggets against ur schweet box creating a mullet with the grind of my crotch

LALSY

There was a young man from Glenglozle Who found a remarkable fossil He deduced from the bend And the wart on the end 'Twas the peter of Paul the Apostle

Nobody knows where It came from; Nobody knows what It is. Nobody knows what It's made of, But I've seen it once; It exists.

I first saw it stuck to the stovetop It dribbled there off of The Cat. The Cat, I believe, got it off of the sleeve of the Neighborhood Kid with the Hat.

He was riding his bike in the Driveway He noticed it smeared on his coat. He thought that Maybe it had come off the Trees; But we couldn't find any growin'.

One day We're all out of Mexie and Everything else that we Smoke. That Stove Crusty Crud looked kinda like Bud; So I chipped off a Chunk for a Toke.

It didn't taste Quite like Green Bud; It didn't taste Quite like a Shoe. But a Chunk of that Stuff knocked me flat on my Duff for most of an Hour or Two.

Since Then I can't even find Traces; I Guess that the meep is just Gone. Except, I Believe, Once or Twice, I percieved Some Residue left in the Bong.

Nobody knows where It came from; Nobody thought of a Name. Nobody knows what It's made of; But I want some More of the Same.

--BeachGoat '92--

I WILL CONTINUE TO RELIQUISH MY FURY UPON THE meepS THE RAPTURES CAPTURE CITIZENS FALLING CALLING SMALL THINGS PATHETIC UNDERLINGS WITH WONDER SINGS

ALL 10GALLON NO HAT ALL VAMPIRE NO FANGS ALL FRIED NO FISH ALL WANTON NO VIOLENCE ALL RED NO SKELTON ALL MELLO NO YELLO ALL HEAVY NO METAL ALL VOMIT NO PARTY ALL HERPES NO SIMPLEX_B

you're no fuking IMFRANS, that's for meep sure.

WHAT! WHAT! HAS BECOME OF BEAUTIFUL LINKSWARM?!

answer: theultraghey

^^ So that means you. Right Uart??

your tentacles have grown back then?

Roses are red Violets are blue Kittens are cute When they're squooshed under my shoe

Mr Ducks Mr Not Ducks OSMR Ducks CM Wings Well IB Mr Ducks

Hillbilly translation:

Em are ducks Em are not ducks Oh yes em are ducks,see em wings? Well I`ll be,em are ducks

Punjab's current job as chief meep cleaner of the household dictator Pee Pot seems to be take up all her time. However she sends her regards and says all of you guys are very sweet, and nice and she means that... NO SERIOUS!

meepING KIDS!

HAHAHA and WOW

nice one

I tried to suck to puss outn of the boil between her meep and cunny, but she farted and made me sick

The lioness mother lies in wait, silent, stealth-like and hungry for the blood of the intruder sahlgoode who apparently can't read between the meeping lines. Tearing this meeptards jugular out will be a pleasure for the overly protective mother!

Did you see the LOVELY poetry she spouted into my intraweb ear^^^

Deee-light-full!

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and since i left the homeland, the grave has claimed many many a friend........those I loved I count the toll, and count them with a bleeding soul .....and count I must, and as I count, my torment, and their numbers mount I feel their dead bodies heave upon my chest .......thank "Elvis" they leave

There is this site called LinkSwarm, Usually it is quite - quite good, Some of us post in very bad form, And ridicule many a meeper from the hood,

There is a poster called Lord Kahuna, Who's name sounds like a fastfood joint from Pulp Fiction, A big fisted frat boy, With a thing against fat boys, Decided our good Lord must be picked on

...parolees fall to their knees admitting gratification elation the blue tipped sporus invasion the nations adore us... plantational crops verbal robots international furious plots attemption assimilation upon the strong... but they won't last long we're continually molding unfolding this creature witholding the seizures we're starvin them out our blinded eyes opened our itchy palms snowing the recievers of alms the decievers are drawn and they drown in the flames of the crown and they're layin around on the ground... ;)

The visitors were welcomed warmly leaving civilisation law and order in there wake, After bringing wealth the locals revolted and under vistors cannon the ground did shake

Please allow me to translate this beautiful poem for the Swarm:

I WILL CONTINUE TO RELIQUISH MY FURY UPON THE meepS

(I love smacking myself in the meep)

THE RAPTURES CAPTURE CITIZENS FALLING

(I meep all over a bird statue)

CALLING SMALL THINGS PATHETIC UNDERLINGS

(My pee pee is a wee little tyke)

WITH WONDER SINGS

(I don't understand why I was cursed with smallmeepitis)

NEUROTIC BEINGS

(I hate myself)

WHO SEE THINGS IN THEIR DREAMS BY HYPNOTIC MEANS

(I wish I was "hung" and I often dream of giant meeps)

SONIC SCREAMS THE FM RADIO WAVES

(I listen to Madonna on Wmeep FM)

FLAVA FLAV AND PERIODIC STAYS OF GRACE

(WTF?)

I LACE THE WAX WITH WAVES OF SAGE

(Spagetti sauce makes a great enama?)

A MAGE ENTRAINED

(Small children excite me.)

ENHANCES ENTRANCED THE DANCE THE PANT

(I have a stain on my hot pink spandex)

THEY BREATHE THEY NEED THEY HEED THE SEED

(The crotch area is all yukky)

WHO WALKS A GAUNT

(Crust dries at the corner of my lip.)

WHO WANTS A LOT

(I want more crust... a LOT more)

WHO'S WALKING TALL

(From the big guy behind the counter at the Costco help desk.)

THEIR FACES SCARRED

(The one who punched me in the eye and left a mark.)

THEIR EYES SO SCARED

(He's so hawt!)

CAUGHT UNAWARES.... RODENTS SNARED.

(Please excuse me while I remove tthe gerbil from my rectum)

There: FIXT

The Tragically Hip said it the best:

"Don't tell me what the poets are doing Don't tell me that they're talkin' tough Don't tell me that they're anti-social Somehow not anti-social enough"

^^^ I pooted when I read that!

By the light of sputtering candles The limp wristed meep writes meepty nihlistic poetry His frustration grows He can't think of a five syllable word that means meep He removes his little sisters bra and panties She doesn't mind any more She lies on his bed With a crushed skull And blood dripping from her nose and ears He slaps her rapidly cooling face for staining his favorite Pink crushed velvet bed spread He carefully puts a towel under her oozing head And rolls her over so she looks more like a little boy He puts on her panties and sits down He drips some hot candle wax on his nipples before Putting on her bra He stares at her pink, boyish, room temperature meep His tiny meep soon becomes an insignificant meep He forgets that she used to be a girl And meep rapes her No lube Afterward He takes the dead hamster from his own meep And shoves it into hers Thus satisfied He sits at his desk and resumes work "What's a two syllable word for felatio?" He wonders.

^^-- WINNAR!

haha!!!! yall are great! by the way.... eat meep and suffer :)

Upon the day which has not broken

When all are tight in dream and sleep

A muffled fluffing barely spoken

From underneath the ruffled sheets

In snooze so deep as none disturb'd

The bedmate shifted turning over

The edge of blanket gapped and blurbed

The thing from underneath the cover

Upon the floor the first to notice

The faithful dog at foot of bed

Her ears dropped back and whimpered voice

Proclaimed the coming of the dead

The atmosphere grew thick and foul

Almost to touch solidified

Escaped in sleep from Satan's bowel

Where something crawled inside and died

Woken by a scent most rancid

I sat up straight and proclaimed with a gasp

'Saints preserve us, this air is like acid'

So I grasped at the window and fumbled the hasp

Dawn's first pink light had begun to creep

O'er the hilltops with shining fingers

I opened the window and out like sheep

The blackened herd that will surely linger

The birds, who's day-song speaks at morning

Migrated to a cleaner place

While some, too slow to heed the warning

Dropped like stones from outer space

Upon the trees the leaves turned brown

And curled and fell as if in Autumn

The bugs lay twitching on the ground

When touched by the gas blown from my bottom

The meal consumed the night before

Was simple and harmless, so it seemed

But I'll never consume the same substance no more

For fear of the foghorn in my dreams

-BeachGoat 2004-

Nice job BG.

BG wins

Worthy of many heils.

....and now for the child in us all

Mary had a little pig, She kept it fat and plastered; And when the price of pork went up, She shot the little meep.

MARY HAD A LITTLE LAMB Her father shot it dead. Now it goes to school with her, Between two hunks of bread.

JACK AND JILL Went up the hill To have a little fun. Stupid Jill forgot the pill And now they have a son.

SIMPLE SIMON met a Pie man going to the fair. Said Simple Simon to the Pie man, "What have you got there?" Said the Pie man unto Simon, "Pies, you dumb #$%!"

HUMPTY DUMPTY sat on a wall, Humpty Dumpty had a great fall. All the kings' horses, And all the kings' men. Had scrambled eggs, For breakfast again.

HEY DIDDLE, DIDDLE the cat took a piddle, All over the bedside clock. The little dog laughed to see such fun. Then died of electric shock.

GEORGIE PORGY Pudding and Pie, Kissed the girls and made them cry. And when the boys came out to play, He kissed them too 'cause he was meep.

There was a little girl who had a little curl Right in the middle of her forehead. When she was good, she was very, very good. But when she was bad........ She got a fur coat, jewels, a waterfront condo, and a sports car.

Great read, love the over-use of consonance and assonance mid line, really emphasises the imagery and message.

Roses are red

black is the cow,

you believe in the rime,

but youre far from it.