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(Forum Game) Present Your Posts in Poetry!


What DOES my username mean...?
Some time last year i had a thought, a forum game to play
in which you have to rhyme your posts and verse the things you say.
First, let's start with all the terms and rules one must obey
so as not to screw things up or lead the thread astray.


1. Any kind of poem will do, perhaps a limerick or a riddle
(the only thing i ask of you is rhyme at least a little)

2. Any count of stanzas, verse* and syllables will do
(*so long as your entire post is NOT just one haiku)

3. EVERY POST* must by in rhyme and that's not just a suggestion;
including questions, praise and quotes (*except modding interjection)

4. Keep it clean* and fun for all, don't troll the thread or muck it!!
(*i don't want to read about some pervert from Nantucket!)


That being said, the topic now is "Furries: Love or hate 'em"
Tell is a story, analyze, ask questions or debate 'em.
Maybe you've met one or two or perhaps you like them drawn
in comic books, cartoons or ( let's face it ) furry pr0n?
if not then maybe something else, perhaps you like their suits
or let's just say you're deep into your feral wild roots?

Just for now let's try this one, i've other topics slated
for this thread but just for now just keep it "fur" related.

So let's all gather 'round and rap about the members on this forum.
After all, we're all furries here. Just try; you can't ignore 'em.
Feel free to post off topic, comment members' stuff.
Banter is okay with me, the rhyming part's enough.
The gist of what i mean to say is this, TL;DR'd:
"it's open mic, put on a show! Come on. it's not that hard!"​


included here's some tools for those in need of inspiration
so as to keep the post count up with poetry creation.
i hope to have some fun with you and keep the game engrossing.

Just have fun! The pressure's on! i bid you...​



"nEw UsEr"
You're very good at rhyming, I'm not afraid to say
Everything flows and connects so smoothly in such a perfect way

I wish I'd create the sort of poetry the way some others can
But rhyming and formatting words is just too hard to plan

Even writing essays, I fail to form my thoughts
It's one big jumble of nonsense, it leaves me so distraught

It seems I'm here just for the sake of whining
So I'll take my leave and pout
But wait just a minute, what's this? Am I RHYMING?



Master of succ
I'm not good at rhyming,
Maybe thats why I'm always whining,
However I'm not english,
Yes I am a German, du verdammter kleiner Fisch

So I'm practicing this language,
As you'll maybe see it here,
I'm taking the advantage,
To polish my skills up, my dear

However the things I am writing now,
End up in making no sense, somehow,
So I'll better go to sleep,
And don't stay awake like a creep


What DOES my username mean...?
You're very good at rhyming, I'm not afraid to say
Everything flows and connects so smoothly in such a perfect way
Thank you, friend but truth be told it's really not that clever.
Writing all these silly compositions takes forever.
it's not a "talent" per se, just a technique, rather novel.
Most of what i slap together comes out rather awful.
i've been told that i have talent but none, i swear, are rhyming.
i haven't any skill for pairing words or proper timing.
While rappers and true poets can perform on auto-pilot,
most of what i write comes out while sitting on the toilet...
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I'm only a minor alcoholic
I'm sat here at my computer screen
Looking at these rhymes like a dream

Not sure what to write
Perhaps I should say good night

But it's early morning
Down here in Melbourne

I don't know anymore
While stairing at my door

That's as much as I can come up with ayy
Hope you all have a good day


Only nobody knows
which is the nothings.
Overall the courts
of all is what remains.

As with perception
thus is enough for us.
And may it be conception
but how much bugs.

Everything is too coveted.
Nothing, who know it.
A whole is already injured
without who cares a bit.
I said a hip hop,
The hippie, the hippie,
To the hip, hip hop, and you don't stop, a rock it
To the bang bang boogie, say, up jump the boogie,
To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat.
Now, what you hear is not a test - I'm rappin' to the beat,
And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your feet.
See, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello,
To the black, to the white, the red and the brown,
The purple and yellow. But first, I gotta
Bang bang, the boogie to the boogie,
Say up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie,
Let's rock, you don't stop,
Rock the rhythm that'll make your body rock.
Well so far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along,
And the next on the mic is my man Hank,
C'mon, Hank, sing that song!
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you why.
You see, I'm six foot one, and I'm tons of fun
When I dress to a T,
You see, I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali
and I dress so viciously.
I got bodyguards, I got two big cars
That definitely ain't the wack,
I got a Lincoln Continental and a sun-roofed Cadillac.
So after school I take a dip in the pool,
Which is really on the wall,
I got a colour TV, so I can see
The Knicks play basketball. Hear me talk about
Checkbooks, credit cards, mo' money
Than a sucker could ever spend,
But I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum from the Rucker
Not a dime 'til I made it again. Everybody go
Ho-tel, mo-tel, what you gonna do today? (say what?)
'Cause I'm a get a fly girl,
Gonna get some spank n' drive off in a def OJ. Everybody go
Ho-tel, mo-tel, Holiday Inn,
Say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend.
Master Gee! My mellow!
It's on to you, so what you gonna do?
Well, it's on'n'n'on'n'on on'n'on,
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn.
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E,
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man they call the Master Gee.
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls.
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there ever could be.
Now I'm feelin' the highs and you're feelin' the lows,
The beat starts gettin' into your toes
You start poppin' your fingers and stompin' your feet
And movin' your body while while you're sitting in your seat
And then damn! Ya start doin' the freak, I said
Damn! Right outta your seat
Then you throw your hands high in the air,
Ya rockin' to the rhythm, shake your derriere
Ya rockin' to the beat without a care,
With the sureshot MCs for the affair.
Now, I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang
But I rap to the beat just the same.
I got a little face, and a pair of brown eyes
All I'm here to do, ladies, is hypnotize
Singin' on'n'n'on'n'on on'n'on,
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
Singin' on'n'n'on'n'on on'n'on,
Like a hot buttered pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbie
Pop da pop pop, don't you dare stop
Come alive y'all, gimme what you got
I guess by now you can take a hunch
And find that I am the baby of the bunch
But that's okay, I still keep in stride,
'Cause all I'm here to do is just wiggle your behind
Singin' on'n'n'on'n'on on'n'on,
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn.
Singin' on'n'n'on'n'on on'n'on,
Rock rock, y'all, throw it on the floor
I'm gonna freak you here, I'm gonna freak you there,
I'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere.
'Cause I'm one of a kind and I'll shock your mind
I'll put TNT in your behind. I said
One, two, three, four, come on, girls, get on the floor
A-come alive, y'all, a-gimme what you got
'Cause I'm guaranteed to make you rock
I said one, two, three, four, tell me, Wonder Mike
What are you waiting for?
I said a hip hop,
The hippie to the hippie
The hip hip a hop, and you don't stop, a rock it
To the bang bang boogie, say up jump the boogie,
To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat.
A Skiddleebebop, we rock, scooby doo,
And guess what, America, we love you
'Cause you rocked and a rolled with so much soul,
You could rock 'til a hundred and one years old.
I don't mean to brag, I don't mean to boast,
But we're like hot butter on your breakfast toast
Rock it up, Baby Bubba!
Baby Bubba to the boogie da bang bang da boogie
To the beat, beat, it's so unique
Come on everybody and dance to the beat!


Very Speshul Title
I love chocolate cake
There is much at stake
However, I can't bake
So I will drown myself at the lake
And the only thing I have is a rake