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For-Chan's Limericks and Other Silly Things
I saw a limerick topic in the forum and just thinking of limericks makes me instantly start composing them. I'm just awful like that!
Anyway, these are Harry Potter limericks. Since they're little poems and not flat out fanfiction, I'm posting them here. I wrote them to cheer up a friend. These are the ones that are more forum friendly. :shock: Ron Weasely can't handle spiders. When he encounters them he gets quite...er Embarrassingly Shrill until someone will kill Those eight legged arachnid nightmares! Professor Snape goes down to the lake to collect fresh clams with a rake But the giant squid demands fifteen quid For every pound of clams he takes. Severus really liked Lily And she liked him back until he Fell in with the wrong crowd And told her aloud That mudbloods really were silly. That's all for now, but don't be surprised if I come back with more! :insane: |
confusing lol
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How are they confusing? It's three poems consisting of five standard lines with an a,a, b, b, a rhyme pattern. It doesn't get much simpler than a limerick.
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There once was a sleepless drop bear
Who sported a half head of hair. This strange little Insomniac: Was quite the megalomaniac Who held Menewshans in his snare. A fearless leader was he the man that held the key To the fair land of Mene Where enjoyment was plenty And users were filled with glee. Ok, that's enough for now. I think it's enough that I dragged you into the Poetry forum :rofl: |
Is it chan, or is it four
Or it Jackie at the door What does one do in Louisiana When the admin is tagging you our of your manor Oh my, what will mene do With For-Chan Cookie: staring at you |
There was a new Harry Potter game
For which I thought it would gain fame Lego Games was inspired Hope no one got fired Coz LHP left a lot to be desired. |
@MarMar - XD More Harry Potter limericks *hugs*
The glove is dropped, the challenge thrown This little prank, it seems has grown Into a war, a war of tags! Until someone raises their flag Of surrender in this game of invoking other's names Who will win this game of wits as we both deliver hits. In this corner a Cookie fair Insomniac: stands over there Who will win? We shall see As this ends my next volley. |
(imitates Marisol from George Lopez) I know, huh? :D
No seriously, that game's so crappy I have to write so much hatemail about it. |
Well, thanks to your rhyme, I know to avoid it. :rofl:
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Then I'll be spreading the good news elsewhere!
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I'm not sure I'd really call it good news though.
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Yeah, the diehard HP fans are so gonna hate me.
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Oh my what has become
can never be undone for the future will be thwart with battle of words, battles of retort it shall be forever known through the years (and amongst all her peers) as the For-Chan Cookie: crusade to show all of mene her parade but alas her Terrier will distract and her world will compact and even with her relentless repeat and Insomniac will probably get bored and cheat :P |
Y'all make me giggle.
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This Cookie will try not to lament
when all of Insomniac:'s wit has been spent She will take comfort in the moment they shared And not give in to crushing despair. Alas! Alas! |
What did you say?
Will For-Chan Cookie: rise today? I'll give her two dollar fifty if she thinks she can shift me She comes from the south Acting like a big mouth All pride in her massive thread With all the commentary that is read A hood on her head that looks like a board And into her left is nothing but sword But alas all response must have to wait And Marguerite Blakeney: will have to contemplate Which is funnier or fried And in the winner she can confide |
FML, he's tagged me! I've been hit! *cries*
It's a RAP BATTLE, y'all! Let's see who will be crowned the KING (or Queen!) OF THE LAB! |
And then comes Omi:
Riding her pony With her kittens atop Marguerite Blakeney: is gonna pop Cos she doesn't wanna be tagged And For-Chan Cookie: is lagged What will she next? But does King: even know the pretext? |
The big man from down under
thinks that he's a witty wonder. Insomniac: is talking smack! Guess I'll have to pay him back. It's funny that Inso thinks He's the one pulling the strings Because we already know The ones who really rule the show. His signature makes it quite clear of the lovely ladies who bring fear Into his sleepless little heart. He may think he's really smart But I know who really rules the day You know it's really jellysundae:! |
Miss Margie Blakeney wants chocolate
But Insomniac: won't even stock it Miss Margie is pissed Chocolate gives her bliss And Monica on FRIENDS made hot mockolate! This summer is not really boring Outside there is no rain pouring It's gonna get hot With heat waves we get shot More poems are we belting While all of the ice will be melting |
For-Chan Cookie: came here in her panties
Shivering above the one and only yanties Sitting on the floor, looking above I think he fell in love Shrangrala: suggested she learn to play some games So she plaid on her mains But alas Marguerite Blakeney: took no notice Of this nearly arrived lotus So on that day in 2007 The site for her was no heaven |
Wait, what?
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I think someone's losing steam fast
If he's digging up the past. I'd browse through Insomniac:'s skeleton closet But I'd rather not lose my deposit On life and living the Menewshan way We'll just leave your laundry for another day I'm not paid enough to sort your dirty socks I'm just here for the awesome frocks. It's been awesome, it's been fun But I'm afraid poor Inso's done! |
But who is this For-Chan Cookie: who thinks I should know her?
She has all the information on me, so what am I to do to make it not a blur But look through her posts, even the ones in the trash Though I don't need to trade info for cash She says she wants a frock But with a bit of cheating I can offend ye with a cock That what was given to Jelly on her birthday last year But I'm afraid an angry user would appear Get jealous of your fake appendage And attack me with a load of non-comprehendage |
I think it takes more than a cock to offend
A fangirl of the yaoi trend But since Gaia we are not, the cock is best left not brought But that Insomniac: is quite conniving In his dirty dumpster diving. Is there any stain not brought to light In his desperate rhyming fight? |
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