Clearly he has the same confusion about poetry and prose as Sinistral does. 
I’d much rather know where the hell he’s ordering frozen Chinese food from.
No dudes, it’s free verse. He just likes to play tennis with the net down is all.
Nah, I’ve been a practicing* Discordian for a while now. I just didn’t announce it here.
*I.E, I’ll keep practicing it until I get it perfect.
Well you failed already, because Discordianism is not something you practice. therefore:
Roses are red
violets are blue
when eris comes
she spits in your shoe. <3
Mao Zedong’s sex life.
I don’t like this thread 
gg
Roses are red Violets are ugly
when I think of you all I can say is your fugly
Roses are red Violets are blue
I’m gonna yank this plug and hope you don’t pull through
Roses are red
Violets are blue
You look like a horse
And smell like one too
The roses are wilted, the violets are dead,
The sugar bowls empty,
and so is your head.
Yeah, I just heard that somewhere once.
Sorry, double post.
Amateur translation by yours truly, of a Swedish poet named Gustaf Fröding. clears throat
<u>Angel’s love</u>
You, who’s biting,
you, who’s hurting,
you, who’s tearing,
me to pieces,
you who beats
me to tears,
you, who gave of
gratefulness
hits and bites of
tigers, wolves and
you, who beat, and you, who bit,
there among horrors,
bite and shove
you I love
Sob That was beautiful.
XD
this is definitely one of the funniest threads i’ve ever read.
<CENTER><TABLE border=“0”><TR><TH><B>The Passionate Shepherd to His Love</B><TH><B>The Nymph’s Reply to the Shepherd</B><TR><TD>Come live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That valleys, groves, hills, and fields
Woods or steepy mountain yields
And we will sit upon the rocks,
Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks
By shallow rivers to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.
And I will make thee beds of roses
And a thousand fragrant posies,
A cap of flower, and a kirtle
Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle;
A gown made of the finest wool
Which from our pretty lambs we pull;
Fair lined slippers for the cold
With buckles of the purest gold;
A belt of straw and ivy buds,
With coral clasps and amber studs;
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me and be my love.
The shepherds’ swains shall dance and sing
For thy delight each May morning:
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me and be my love.<TD align=“right”>If all the world and love were young,
And truth in every shepherd’s tongue,
These pretty pleasures might me move
To live with thee and be thy love.
Time drives the flocks from field to fold,
When rivers rage and rocks grow cold;
And Philomel becometh dumb;
The rest complain of cares to come.
The flowers do fade, and wanton fields
To wayward winter reckoning yields;
A honey tongue, a heart of gall,
Is fancy’s spring, but sorrow’s fall.
Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy bed of roses,
Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies,
Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten,
In folly ripe, in reason rotten.
Thy belt of straw and ivy buds,
Thy coral clasps and amber studs,
All these in me no means can move
To come to thee and be thy love.
But could youth last and love still breed,
Had joys no date nor age no need,
Then these delights my mind might move
To live with thee and be thy love.</TABLE></CENTER>
I remember reading those two in my literature 12 class in high school. You totally didn’t write them!! they’re ok, the nymphs reply is pretty funny because she points out all the flaws in the shepherds love letter.
Roses are red, violets are blue
And this girl reminds me of you
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nice…wasn’t that robert frost that explained it that way?