Rhyme Time!!

[Lemme20]

Crazy students rambling
by Lemme the Uni student

Math was nice, math was fun
now in Uni i just run
every time i see the man
who made us the crazy plan
to learn all numbers tall and big
even though he wears a wig
there's a million ways to twist and turn
and all those things i've had to learn
but until i get an A
i just cant get away

[Praetheus]

I heard there was a requisit
To post before my sorting
So here I chose to stop and sit
And soon began reporting
Of how my DC guy lacks Wit
For Guild crack he's been snorting
But I can honestly submit
It's helped in my mezz thorting

[Hermione]

Washing, sorting, hanging -when will my laundry finish?
Waiting, I'm convinced, has made my wits diminish.
I sit and time the washer with mind candy to amuse me
Now my books are almost gone and I sit and laugh effusely
Or do I mean effuSIVEly? And now I'm quite confused.
But if I've erred instead of shamed I'd rather be amused.
For mistakes are where you learn, and laugh, and errors can be fun
-and you can't tell me that errors aren't common to everyone.

[Praetheus]

Caffeine is great for many things
Few can deny the boost it brings
It energizes and it zings
To help you do all sorts of things

But I'd advise that even though
It helps you get that extra "GO"
Avoid a dozen cups of joe
At 10 when you work tomorrow

(2 a.m. and still buzzing)

[Hermione]

Hee hee, I love that one, Praetheus!

I'm afraid I was lately feeling quite sickly
From bad food, I think, though at least it passed quickly
But if that's all there is to the dread salmonella
I'm not giving up my raw dough with vanilla!
Unfortunately, I don't think it was,
Which means no raw dough, except once, just because.

[magicmuffin]

Relax and do not dread,
Magic Muffin is back from the dead
and she usually posts in almost every darned thread!

Before the laptop she sits
Not having net access was the pits
and she could only post in bits.

[Praetheus]

One day in spring when I was hot
And wanting pickle juice
I swear I saw an astronaut
Come riding on a moose
I tried to ask him for his name
And for a cup of tea
But before I said a word
He threw a brick at me
I asked him what his problem was
But all he did was babble
And guess what next that weirdo does
He challenged me to scrabble
He wagered me his snorkel
But I had to raise the stakes
So I wagered him a wombat
And a bag of grumble cakes
He saw that I was serious
And scratched his chin awhile
Then stuck a Q-Tip up his nose
And gave a wicked smile
“I say old toad,” he said to me
“That’s quite a hefty pot
I’ll throw in my old moose Giraffe
‘Gainst everything you’ve got.”
Now why his moose was named Giraffe
This loony didn’t say
But I agreed so we shook hands
And both sat down to play
Now I confess the guy was good
Like none I’d seen before
But I won the game with saxophone
On a triple letter score
All dermatologists agree
At least nine out of ten
That such a match you’ll never see
As him and me again
I jumped for joy the moose was mine
I couldn’t wait to ride him
But then I glimpsed an envelope
Upon the ground beside him
It said “To Mr. Pebblehead
In Washington DC
The letter clearly lost its way
It all was up to me
I took the snorkel and the moose
That I’d won fair and square
And gave the guy a grumble cake
Because I’d brought a spare
I rode off in the sunset
On giraffe the fuzzy moose
And wishing all the while
That I had some pickle juice

[magicmuffin]

(that was great, Praetheus)

I have a parrot
He's green and poky
I gave him a name
The Mischievous Loki

He eats like a feathered horse
And chews everything in sight
I get the feeling that he
Thinks I'm none too bright!

[Praetheus]

(thanks, Muffin)

So little time, so much to do
Why am I always late?
All this work I can't get through
Just so much on my plate
It's time that I tried something new
It's time to get things straight
I know exactly what I'll do
I'll just procrastinate

[Praetheus]

If robin rests on ginger cat
And cat lies down on russet backs
If in the sky the full moon sat
And shed it’s light on melting wax

If duck on lonely island smiles
If round it’s neck hangs bell of brass
If frog sits on adjacent isles
With blue and yellow ball in grass

If cherries lie upon the ground
And setting sun is heading home
If most peculiar sight is found
Of pair of hares atop a tome

If North Star shines o’er where bat flies
If rooster crows from golden key
Then it should come as no surprise
To see cow in the apple tree

[magicmuffin]

The turkey is cooking
and my parrot is looking
Rather nervous.

[Praetheus]

Sleep would be nice
But for the high price
Of loosing my job
Without it I'd rob
Helpless old dears
To scrape by but the tears
Of the things that I lost
Wouldn't equal the cost
Of a few hours sleep
So I'll stumble and creep
To the shower and door
And just go work somemore

(ah, the choices we make)

[magicmuffin]

Under luminous moon and sky
The earth is untainted, clean and dry

Cloud shadows send a message of
The mysterious past
All is serenity before winter's first blast

Gather round the fire my friends
and be of good cheer

As the icy fingers of Demeter's abandon
Of the earth draw near.

[Irishman]

It used to be fun
to write for a pun
Now I just weep
for the key of the keep

I will begin to pen
and start again
with words that sing
across your hearing

They don't make sense
so go climb a fence
I've just returned
because I was spurned

And Now I've no rest
because She's the best
and my writing is done
since She has Won!

~a pathetic ditty by Irishman

[Dathron]

Once I threw a dart...
On a priceless, fragile, piece of art.

[Irishman]

My prose has returned,
my love is not spurned!
She fills up my heart,
so I must take part,

Partake of my choice,
and lift up my voice,
In songs yet unsung,
for heroics yet done.

So raise up your spear
and let out a cheer,
For the family and Clan
the helps you to stand.

Then dance all about,
with Victory shout,
as heroes boast,
we'll raise up a toast.

For all that we've done,
in the spirit of fun
For Heart and for Clan
In the family of Man!

[Hermione]

I find these poems quite pretty
so indeed it is a pity
that I have nothing to add
for my rhyming skills are (oh, dear!) quite bad!

[Praetheus]

Today I bought a christmas tree
It smells so sweet and resinny
It's scent abound
My senses drown
Then with a pound
I hit the ground
And now the tree's on top of me

[Dathron]

I must stick with hermione
My rhyming isn't..rhymey
But I do try to rhyme thee
So please don't hur...oh blimey.

[Irishman]

Now, that has a ring
of that blarney type thing.
I canna sit back,
without replying to that!