An unearthed vintage poem for Green Grinner XP, do you like?
Green grinner
From Stinky river
From under the bridge
He’s quite a sinner
A magical beast
With the toothiest grin
Don’t look in his speedo
There’s nothing to see
He was smited And he rose
Reincarnated as a horse
Picking his potato nose
Watch him now he’ll strike a pose
What a green toothed little bugger
Always starting up the trouble
Christian forums, mental health
He tells all to kiss his bass.
Ooooo-cha… Baracuda!
Green grinner was only forty three he didn’t wanna die
Now he’s gone to make sarky comments
in that Y/A in the sky
Where the contacts are all angels
and the Y!Police are banned
And a green toothed trolls life is full of fun
In that lairy contrary land
But a woman’s needs are many fold
and Pen she married Stooge
But strange things happened on their wedding night
as they lay in their luge
Is that the wind a rustling
or the skids on this here sled
or grinners bogey covered wheelchair
running repeatedly over his head
They won’t forget Green grinner
And he talked a lot of baloney in his vest
Obscure.. This retard hears you my brothah…Fight the Y!Powah!
ObscureB.. I am not a poet, I know nothing of poetry, my ramblings are dellusional and reek of being fake and unprofessional, I can’t spell "forshit", and have a feeling that people are laughing at me behind my back….
Whatever comes to mind,
I write it down,
sometimes it rhymes
more often it doesn’t,
don’t think too hard that is my moto,
I reread once
and fix the potholes
Loose Change … I thank you, may your hand controlled motorless flying machine never take off without a human occupant.
Todd… Thanks pal, you just totally made me flashback to a dejavu I had once in a dream…
Well, I think it has some emotion but I am finding it hard to believe it is a classic .. more abstract new kinda thing…kr
It’s weird, but okay.
To me, what makes rhyming and metered poetry interesting is when the rhymes aren’t forced, i.e., when the schema is operating in the background.
I don’t know how long this took you, but as someone who slogs away until the 5th-20th draft, AND who couldn’t rhyme to save his right thumb (long story) I’m pleased and impressed. You blast Y!guys and entertain all at the same time. Yay you!
One word: Baracuda!
Pure genius.
You might be wondering why I called you in here. Penfold was #1, turned in his wings. Now you’re #1. I’ve got to do something here I just . . . just . . . can’t . . . aaargh. You, Mr. Stooge, are going to Top Gun. But if you screw up just this much, you’ll be flying a cargo plane full of rubber dogshit out of out Hong Kong. That is all. You can tell me about the MIG some other time.
Yoinkle yoinkle litlle bird
How I wonder how you heard
Of Green Grinner’s poetry
When your profile says you’re only three
It all seems very odd to me
I must consult Penfold XP
One eyebrow raises the other droops
That poem has only been on Oops
So now with wit that’s sharp and keen
I’ve narrowed you down to one in sixteen
Guessings really not by bag
but I’ll take a stab, You’re Randallflag
Bum and double bum