Welcome, nice that you're second post was a poembabloyi said:It's February cold,
I'm lazy and old.
I signed up to this site,
to get some things right.
But was immediately Rick-rolled.
2 posts below you! It's a conspiracy or mayby aliens yes must be aliens.Renegade-pizza said:O to Commander Shepard!
He can run like a leopard.
He can fight like a Krogan.
But no-one is better than Shepard.
Guess where this baby came from
That zombie love poem is really impressive. I hope they gave you high marks.ThatLankyBastard said:I'll post the two I used in my final project for English last year...
...I used "Zombies" as my theme...
Being dead doesn`t mean being rude
Splitting flesh with your teeth is so crude!
So use knife and fork
When you munch human pork
It`s the civilized way to eat food!
You know I hate flowers, so you always bring brains,
Your skin gets all mouldy whenever it rains,
I'll never forget when I first caught your eye,
And I've still got it here, though it's withered and dry.
Remember our first date, when we lurched through the mall,
And you showed me the hole in your abdominal wall?
How romantic that was! How I laughed till I sobbed,
How I looked on with awe as you fought off that mob.
And our first kiss was magic, a true serenade,
(I'm sure that in time all the bite marks will fade)
I thought at the time 'how refreshing to find,
A man so intent to get inside my mind?'
My dearest, I tell you, I've made it my mission,
To try and look past all your decomposition,
So what if you dance like a reject from Thriller?
No one can deny you're a real lady killer.
You may not say much, mostly 'ugh-hhh' and 'braaaaaiiinnnnns',
And it can get quite tiring cleaning up all the stains,
But there's no one alive who can beat you at Twister,
(And I know that you're sorry for eating my sister)
You're always so eager to lend me a hand,
Or an ear, or a leg - and once - a lymph gland,
I can't meet your parents (they're quite strict at the morgue),
But I'm sure that I'd like them, and wouldn't get gnawed.
And don't take to heart all those things my dad said,
And the cruel joke he made about Dawn of the Dead,
That chainsaw was just a small misunderstanding,
And so were the shotguns he keeps on the landing.
You're my Don Juan, my Romeo - if they were undead,
And left maggots and brain bits in Juliet's bed.
So to death us do part, or till decapitation,
(I'm learning to deal with my sexual frustration)
You're the best - you're my soul mate - a fabulous feller,
And that's why I keep you, chained up, in my cellar
to top yourSextusMaximus said:Susie was in science class
Susie is no more
For what she thought was H2O
Was H2SO4
--
Roses are red
Violets are blue
I've got a knife
Get in the van
--
...dangerous one, will take this down if someone requests me to;
There once was a man called Dave
Who kept a dead whore in a cave
He said I admit
She does smell a bit
But look at the money I'll save