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Poetry about forum members

I'M WORTH A POEM!! I HAVE OVER 1000 POSTS!!

Nah, just kidding.

I love 'em. Hah, make moar.
 
La Mhaladie d'Alzheimer/d'Amour

Cher Mademoiselle,

J'ai soif de souffrance.
Si vous voulez,
On peut dîner, peut-être.
Après tout, vous êtes...
...la "belle" de la "balle".
Et moi, je suis une sorte de roi.
Voilà les fromages!
Donc j'étais petit.
Chaque hiver de chaque année,
On voit que c'est pas loin.
 
Music Dragon said:
La Mhaladie d'Alzheimer/d'Amour

Cher Mademoiselle,

J'ai soif de souffrance.
Si vous voulez,
On peut dîner, peut-être.
Après tout, vous êtes...
...la "belle" de la "balle".
Et moi, je suis une sorte de roi.
Voilà les fromages!
Donc j'étais petit.
Chaque hiver de chaque année,
On voit que c'est pas loin.
Click to expand...

Oh how I wish I spoke French. :(
 
Music Dragon said:
La Mhaladie d'Alzheimer/d'Amour

Cher Mademoiselle,

J'ai soif de souffrance.
Si vous voulez,
On peut dîner, peut-être.
Après tout, vous êtes...
...la "belle" de la "balle".
Et moi, je suis une sorte de roi.
Voilà les fromages!
Donc j'étais petit.
Chaque hiver de chaque année,
On voit que c'est pas loin.
Click to expand...
This was rather amusing. 'Voilà les fromages!' made me laugh.
 
Presumably we're talking "malady" here? I always thought that was too nice-sounding a word to mean "disease." :(

Also, I suddenly realise how terrible my French knowledge is. What little I knew has rotted to nothing in my head. D:
 
La Mhaladie d'Alzheimer/d'Amour

Cher Mademoiselle,

J'ai soif de souffrance.
Si vous voulez,
On peut dîner, peut-être.
Après tout, vous êtes...
...la "belle" de la "balle".
Et moi, je suis une sorte de roi.
Voilà les fromages!
Donc j'étais petit.
Chaque hiver de chaque année,
On voit que c'est pas loin.
Click to expand...
I loved this one. x3 "Voilà les fromages!" made me laugh too.
 
Because I am extremely vain and stuck so far up my own ass I order you to make me a poem.

Nicely done, MD. Keep 'em coming.
 
Grimdour the Desecrated and Other Stories

Grimdour was a sacred eunuch
Or, well, technically just a circumcised guy
Who kept his sliced-off foreskin in a jar.

One day the burglar Chen Liyu broke into Grimdour's house
And stole the jar
Thus desecrating Grimdour
And rendering him unable to sell his body as a slave
And, most importantly, preventing him from entering Paradise.

Grimdour never got his foreskin back
And now, every night, he dines in Hell.
 
Oh my god.
Why did I have to put the writing and poetry forums on hide?
I've missed so much!

Your poems are genius! Almost made me laugh as much as the Gay Hornet's Nest.
Take the you laugh you lose thread. Take away the motivator pictures and anything from failblog, and it still isn't as funny as this thread!
 
Murkrow and Red Liquids and Solids and Never Any Gases

one day Murkrow made like a Jesus and
drilled through his hands and
died in his sleep.
 
I don't see my username gracing these pages. GRACE THEM. DDD:

Ahaha, these are awesome. Totally random and totally amazing. Make mine soon!
 
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