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Teh Poem Generator

Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2004 12:36 am
by diri
or should we say, Degenerator.
http://www.pangloss.com/seidel/Poem/

dogbreath, you smell bad
(Index Windex; the glass is cleaner)
So I guess he can only be sad
let's skip dinner

:D

or,

Fifty posts are already mine,
it's time for deep inner-reflection
All of a sudden dreams come true. Come with me drink my awful wine.
however it will cause a nice contusion

Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2004 12:41 am
by Iuppiter
Uh... huh.

O, how she doth despise
and I bumped into a friendly German fellow namned Klaus
Oh Tam! Hads't thou but been so wise
Reality is a staircase leading nowhere.

Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2004 12:43 am
by diri
heh. that one is sorta funny. better than the "Homage to Shakespeare" thingy that you had written. ;)

Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2004 12:53 am
by Iuppiter
I suppose it doesn't sound too bad, but where did, "and I bumped into a friendly German fellow namned Klaus," come from?

Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2004 1:33 am
by Dogbreath
Diri a spammer thou art

After sufficient distension of the abdominal cavity,

it's hard to find a place to start

Ahh the days of youthful hormonal nonsensity

50 posts more than you should

For the hill (her breast) was itty-bitty

I surely would, If I could

line 'em all up betty

What foul Vogan invented this?

ok...

Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2004 10:26 pm
by radray11
typed first line, then the rest just... ???

Mendel's Serenade
in the beginning God said: let there be a DOS forum

Finish the day with bagels and lox

but the doges, always the doges and their drums

or else beat it and kill the fox


... is this a psychotic thing going on? So what does DOS have to hide?

Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2004 11:22 pm
by Dogbreath
The quality of mercy is not strained

I stepped on a squirrel - oh what a smell!

we see the path that we have planed

Barbershop is the salvation out of that well

From providence it flows freely

Ans I feel it's time to bury the hatchet.

Dulcimer! Away, gnat-like heavens! You mourn too plaintively!

The sultry fish are goobling John him Cratchet

Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2004 8:19 pm
by Cakephatt
I rubbed feces on my face

Of course it is, but quit looking at me, sire!

Alone in a secret place

So I cut her throat with a wire.