Oh Greebo you make my heart a-pitter patter.

[Bobby Brooke]

Greebo, Greebo, Greebo, to me you are The Sun,
Of outward disrepute, but inside harmless fun,
Although I truly know thy not, I'm amused by your picture displays,
And I would not be completely averse to a frolick in freshly cut hay,
Please take these words with a mammoth pinch of salt,
You requested a sonnet so it's your own bloomin' fault,
But woe is me, when despondently,
I realise my love won't be returned,
For, to more than me, it is plain to see,
That it is for Anna that your heart truly burns.
( I will take this opportunity to apologise for the heinous crimes against poetry, syntax and grammar as shown above.)

[Prophet Tenebrae]

That's pretty funny - and indeed, it is his own fault.

[Amanda]

hehe. very true.

[hr][s]"don't frown...you never know who might be falling in love with your smile..."[/s]

[rae]

Alas Bobby Brooke, you anonymous tease
Greebo's heart is not on his sleeve
Our fair locked lad may be free to be won
But not by just any unregistered one.
And while his handsome charm is plain to see,
One who doesn't notice that Anna's with Sleigh [that is pronounced Slee, all of you]
Is clearly not worthy of the prize that is Paul
His intellect, wit, good looks and all.
And so I must challenge you to a fight
Just name the day and name the site
And Bobby Brooke, you hopeful sonneteer,
You are going heinously down, I fear.

[Amanda]

woo hoo! poetry fight! lol. v. good poem though rae

[hr][s]"don't frown...you never know who might be falling in love with your smile..."[/s]

[Greebo]

Oh mystery poster from near or far
I have to wonder who you are?
While I'm flattered in many ways
Listen up, I have this to say
Is this legit or just a wheeze?
I'd like for you to tell me please.
Anna's heart belongs not to me,
For you see that she's with Sleigh.
Rachel's poem was lovely, I thank her.
For not making me sound a total wanker.
My effort can never be so good,
but back on topic is where I should.
From my pics you know where I'm found
On thursdays and fridays I'll be bound
I cannot promise to return your love
For that takes time (but I have plenty of)
But if you don't come up, be friends
Then your quest is surely at an end.
So don't be shy, come up, say "Hello,
you must be that bloke called Greebo"

[hr]http://greebopichost.netfirms.com - Loadsa drunken photos and suchlikes.

[Cain]

[s]Amanda wrote on 04:04, 11th May 2003:
woo hoo! poetry fight!

It's just like 8 mile

[niall]

anyone fancy helping me write a play with these?



[hr]do you have a tastyspoon?

http://www.tastyspoon.com/forum

[Mr Comedy]

All this crazy talk makes me sick
Although I need the odd rhyming fix
After the final demise
Of the Haikus sudden rise
I needed another creative outlet
So why not write a sonnet?
Shakespeare wrote better ones than us
Although his iambic pentameter is quite a fuss

[Bobby Brooke]

In answer to your query sire, I reside alas, not near but far,
To be painfully precise- by the perfumed plains of Zanzibar.
To use the word 'love' was perhaps a tad presumptious,
But indeed I have no doubts that your're really rather scrumptious.
Aside from your superlative intellect and wit,
I was mainly drawn to you because you're the spit,
Of that lead singer of The Strokes guy ( you know, that Julian Casablancas git).
But now it is time for me to say adieu,
And to leave you with the valuable information,
That I can raise an eyebrow too!

[Prophet Tenebrae]

Talking in verse isn't helping anyone,
And although poetry can be fun,
It's clear the tide has turned,
Greebo's lover is spurned,
So perhaps now normality can be returned

[rae]

Methink that someone is jealous of this thread
And wants one devoted to him instead.
But until that someone is not such an arse
The only poetry he merits would be a farce.

[Prophet Tenebrae]

Egotisim is not my thing,
Everyone knows the Prophet's king,
In truth it seems I've hit a nerve,
Maybe this girl digs Greebo's verve

[niall]

narcissim is pretty childish
especially when certain people talk so much pish
also Mr Comedy is right
this thread is quite shite.

[Al]

I must call for a complete poetry ban
As there is nothing worse than verse that doesn't scan!

[hr]"Stupidity is the devil. Look in the eye of a chicken and you'll know. It's the most horrifying, cannibalistic, and nightmarish creature in this world."

[Pilmour Boy]

There is one thing worse than verse that does not scan,
for we have a poor girl yet to choose her man.

[hr]One of the penalties for refusing to participate in politics is that you end up being governed by your inferiors. - Plato

[RaphX]

I can't agree with all that is said
Ignore what others may try to spread
I really do think that this thread rocks
I've been reading from my own little box
I don't give thread like this a miss
I laughed a lot when I first read this.

Prophet thinks he is the king
But I shall soon remove his sting
Along to the Union we shall go
At this point I will show
At the table of air-hockey
Prophet's reign looks rather rocky.

[Spring Heel Jacques]

There was a young fellow named nova
Who fell down the back of a sofa
But when he came out
He started to pout
And his head had turned into a loofah!

[hr]If man is five then the devil is six

[Al]

Just when I thought it couldn't get any worse
Who but RaphX turned his mind to the composition of verse?
His pen raced along with ne'er a cough and a splutter
For starting this thread Bobby Brooke is a nutter

[hr]"Stupidity is the devil. Look in the eye of a chicken and you'll know. It's the most horrifying, cannibalistic, and nightmarish creature in this world."

[rae]

[s]Prophet Tenebrae wrote on 17:11, 11th May 2003:
Egotisim is not my thing,
Everyone knows the Prophet's king,
In truth it seems I've hit a nerve,
Maybe this girl digs Greebo's verve



But King of what, I have to ask?
Finding someone who concurs would be a task.
King of the cutdowns, maybe I could see
But that's nothing to be proud of, actually.
Enough! any more rhymes on Ten would be worse,
And so back to Greebo I turn my verse.

[Edited to improve scanning]