Metropolis *spooned* me 2 2

[TupennyConan]

FU.

[Jeffro.]

Kung fu?

[TupennyConan]

Oops, yes. I left out the kung.

[Jeffro.]

I searched for my Serf

until I grew weary

 

Feudalist!!!

[goldust40]

[RickL]

If you're having trouble gettign the temple fire lit, you could use a few of those poetry books to get it going.

[iggy]

One more IBTL

[Whizzer]

If you're having trouble gettign the temple fire lit, you could use a few of those poetry books to get it going.

 

Or that copy of Mary Marvel you keep moaning on about

[Logan510]

This cat is kookoo for cocoa puffs.

 

 

Says the man with the worst sig line ever

 

Don't hate on my sig. I don't hate on yours.

 

 

If you're a big Liefeld fan...I'm sorry. If your sig line is a haha joke...I'm sorry. Either way...every time I see it I feel sorry

[goldust40]

If you're having trouble gettign the temple fire lit, you could use a few of those poetry books to get it going.

 

Or that copy of Mary Marvel you keep moaning on about

 

All this fuss over a Mary Marvel.

[RickL]

One more IBTL

Why? Whats wromg with a bit of poetry appreciation?

[DiceX]

This cat is kookoo for cocoa puffs.

 

 

Says the man with the worst sig line ever

 

Don't hate on my sig. I don't hate on yours.

 

FU, Steve

 

Don't get shortcake with me, Strawberry.

 

 

[iggy]

One more IBTL

Why? Whats wromg with a bit of poetry appreciation?

 

Nothing.

 

[aunt agatha-migration]

You have lived a long time

at Pa-hsing Temple;

retired, you're preparing

only now to leave.

 

On the verge of parting, we look

out upon bright autumn water;

you're not returning to your hometown,

nor to the country around it.

 

You will hang your Buddhist staff in a tree

where the sky reaches to a watery horizon;

where the door-leaf of your hut

opens on great mountains.

 

Below, you will see dawn

a thousand li away:

a miniature sun

born of a cold white sea.

 

Chia Tao (779-843)

[Jeffro.]

Look out teeth

Look out gums

Look out liver

Here she comes! ...

 

[Jeffro.]

There once was a man from Kent

Who's was so long it was bent

To stay out of trouble,

He stuck it in double

So instead of coming, he went

 

[Whizzer]

 

 

Where 'ere you be

Let your wind go free

 

 

My old Nan 1901-1990 RIP

[Chespirito]

Achilles: The Real Story

 

A vital, life-concluding spot

Achilles' heel was surely not,

Which makes the tale of his demise

Appear to be a pack of lies.

 

But think on this: Were you to stand

On one leg, over lumpy land,

Within a swaying two-wheeled cart,

Attempting to remove a dart,

 

And thus engaged, it came to pass

You hit a rock....you'd bust your azz.

(Which may be how Achilles died,

All legendary cARp aside.)

[aunt agatha-migration]

Written at the Dwelling of a Recluse

 

 

Even though you have a brushwood door,

it hasn't been shut for a long time;

 

a few clouds, a few trees

have been your only companions.

 

Still, I suspect if you stay longer,

people will learn of this spot;

 

we'll see you moving

higher on the mountain.

 

--Chia Tao (779-843)

[Mr.Diggler]