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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
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.