Athbhliain Faoi Mhaise Daoibh!

Don't yous get locked
Your mas will be shocked

Yet they never groaned
When yous got home stoned

Refrain from haste and speed
Resort to the weed

I wish yous loads of cheer
For a happy New Year!

Stefan

PS: Just to let yez know it's bleeding unfair the way yez f***ing cunts being an hour ahead get a chance of messing up the new year before we're even in it. Fie!

no more bricks in the blog - a song for the holidays

we don't need no procrastination,
we ain't got no work to stall,
nobody searches for distraction,
authors left this blog alone!

hey, buddies, will it all be gone?

all in all we need some stories here to be told,
all in all i hope we're not just getting too old.


btw:
the jane is stalling as well, i can't proceed with it, since i was the last one to reply to Developmentalists general f. (*saluting* "General F.") - do something about it, a kind of major contribution (*saluting* "Major Contribution") is expected…

X-Mess

don't judge someone until you have walked 10 miles in his shoes, because if you do this, you have his shoes and you are 10 miles aways, so you can say whatever you want.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SCthGB_09m4

Keek, gonnae no footer aboot!

The limerick bereaved o yer esteem
Yet poetry still being the theme
The time has come fur a new scheme

Fur oor extravaganza

Which wi' copiousness daes teem

Being known as Scottish stanza

I cudnae refrain frae stating though
That sae ma heid is fu o woe
Tae see yer trying hard tae show

That limericks are aglae

Fair puggled rhyme oor range must grow

The limerick's fault 'twisnae!

hey, Purge, no fear: the end is here!

Purge lately said the limerick
would really start to make him sick

i think he's RIGHT
we're losing sight

let's END it with THIS LIMERICK!

Nomen est omen

For another impulse in completing our task

The chain rhyme will lend us variety

This lyrical change is all that I ask

To go on and dispell my anxiety 

For anxious I am since the chain has been spoiled

Due to rashness and fierce impropriety 

But!

Let us not be embroiled

With this question no more, let us better be on the prowl:

For the early perfection of the chain

Which requires no more than a: General FOUL!

(As much as that may be in our arses a pain.)

I'm starting to loathe the Limmerick
Is there another metrics we may pick?

Any new sort of rhyme
would be equally fine

Just this poetry's making me sick!

FUCK

Okay, resigning, I did it arseways and deserve a good thrashing.

't was not in vain, since: still the chain!

look it up again -
purge did, now you're to blame

you're sooo not right, this is no pun,
for saying foul when there's been none
we made it clear,
the end was near,
but you just had to spoil the fun…

Trying with all your blessed might
In vain as the essence is out of sight

Praise where praise is due
You nearly got it through

Yet no one after FOUL has said the word ...

i had so much to do today
but couldn't finish right away

i put it off till "later"
since i'm the PROcrastinator

one soda, then back to the essay…

That's it, I think I got your point
Our work to do the chain is joint.

What I release
will add a piece!

I hope I did not spoil the pointe.

do you get it?

at the station or in court
people often get so bored.

since they use fags,
but seldom gags,

their breaks from it are mostly short.

Be real careful with the word "address":
You'll quickly find yourself produce a mess.

The key's
two D's!

Its neiter more nor is it less.

ADDRESSING EVERYONE!

Now, I herein address each and every one out there who ever misspelt, has been misspelling, is likely to or will ever misspell the word address:

Address as a word belonging to the English language, is - as opposed to its German counterpart - always and without any exceptions spelt address; regardless of whether it is used as a verb or noun or whatever sort of word, there is a double D in it.

As a way of further outlining the difference to the single D address, I did indeed take the liberty of including a picture below as an admonition as to the aftermath the absence of a single letter is capable of causing:



A dress.

Right, you've tricked me into it!
Without circumstance I do admit.

The chain's
my bane

Yet, I'm phoorcing back each single bit!

FOUL!

Eventually tricked you into it ...

Seiplineachuil is hard too spell
Its meaning is unknown, as well

Who the fuck
Thought it up?

I am sure this word has a story to tell!

Wurscht.

O, this short form of poetry
affects my humble sympathy

so I proceed
with humble speed

well yeah, you just were phoorçing me

Your poems are all good and well
But there is something big to tell

I can't believe
it's a photo of steve

Distortion has given it a Pfeiffi-smell!

Counterstrike!

That is not what I was saying
Just a joke that I was playing

To keep it short:
We must be bored.

And our minds decaying ...

there's no trick in limerick

First: i never said it was mine.
second: i appreciate thine.
third: anyway,
delete it - hooray -
if it does send shivers down your spine.

Limertrick

This mate of mine who's called Mick
Is trying to play 'n us a trick

I'll tell him what's tricky:
SNAFFLING POEMS FROM WIKI!

So here he's unmasked the mean prick

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Limerick_(poetry)#Variations

i had lots of fun with some limericks lately, seems they got potential to fit in the Kaplan-Scheme…

to be read with scottish pronounciation:

A lively young damsel named Menzies

Inquired: "Do you know what this thenzies?"

Her aunt, with a gasp,

Replied: "It's a wasp,

And you're holding the end where the stenzies.

feel free to comment in limericks ;)