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Bogus Dave
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« on: Friday, September 11, 2009, 16:40:19 »

Laxidasical
monks write very very bad
japanese poems
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« Reply #1 on: Friday, September 11, 2009, 16:43:57 »

I wish,
I wish I was a fish,
but with my luck,
I'd end up on somebodies dish.
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Bogus Dave
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« Reply #2 on: Friday, September 11, 2009, 17:32:15 »

I won't lie i am quite upset
That this thread hasn't really been met
with enthusiasm
which i just can't fathom
because actually, it made me quite wet
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« Reply #3 on: Friday, September 11, 2009, 17:36:43 »

Fuzzy Wuzzy was a bear;
Fuzzy Wuzzy had no hair;
So Fuzzy Wuzzy wasn't fuzzy, was he?
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« Reply #4 on: Friday, September 11, 2009, 17:41:00 »

Fear not little Dave,
take your head out your lap,
the thread is yet young,
but also fucking crap.
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« Reply #5 on: Friday, September 11, 2009, 17:44:49 »

Sorry Dave but I have to warn her
That poetry doesn't live in corners
Your attempts to lure and bait with rhyme
to isolate and commit your crime
will fail every single time.

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« Reply #6 on: Friday, September 11, 2009, 19:23:47 »

sftc dave went to a rave
and took a dodgy pill
without warning on dance floor
his pants they did a fill

all the ladies in the place
a laughing they did start
poor davie was so off his head
he only meant to fart
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Bogus Dave
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« Reply #7 on: Friday, September 11, 2009, 21:01:14 »

i must admit i'me glad to see
the townend littered with rhyme
still i do recall with much less glee
when i shat my pants that time
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« Reply #8 on: Friday, September 11, 2009, 21:09:27 »

leefer, leefer, he likes a reefer,
he got stoned so the TEF moaned
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Bogus Dave
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« Reply #9 on: Friday, September 11, 2009, 21:10:33 »

3/10


booooo
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« Reply #10 on: Friday, September 11, 2009, 21:17:37 »

I have a Pin
But nothing to Pop
Booo
 Crying

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« Reply #11 on: Friday, September 11, 2009, 21:19:28 »

Tans a poet..
And he didnt know it.
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« Reply #12 on: Friday, September 11, 2009, 22:11:27 »

For those of us, where thoughts abound, the Holy Grail's the County Ground.    Where futures lie, and hope doth die, the best amongst us can but try.
  When luck transpires we smile with glee, while Charlotte has a little wee.
 Sorry. Pissed.
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« Reply #13 on: Friday, September 11, 2009, 22:27:44 »

STFC Dave looks like every ginge
Even those with dreadlocks or a funny fringe
If he wore dresses or even skirts
He'd look just like Nicola Roberts
She's the ginger one from Girls Aloud
Dave shouldn't be ashamed, he should be proud
His ginger locks stand out from the crowd
Unless he's standing in front of an orange background
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« Reply #14 on: Friday, September 11, 2009, 22:34:09 »

simon is only 3 foot tall
it's hard to be heard when one is so small
he trys to belittle my fiery hair
yet the irony is i don't really care
for sticks and stones
may break my bones
words will never hurt me
you will always be a gnome
but i will always be pretty

pow pow brap
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