There once was a poet from Japan
who went out looking for a ban
He found it in the forum
due to a popular quorum
And declared "Thank you,
I've been banned."
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There once was a poet from Japan
who went out looking for a ban
He found it in the forum
due to a popular quorum
And declared "Thank you,
I've been banned."
typing tiny fractal patterns
emergent creative process
hammering determined keys
mapped to linguistic soul
and plastic
rhymes don't wait
rhymes can't stop
rhymes for everyone
and plastic
the gently falling pixels
depicting fall
leaves leaving
fall is falling
at a different rate
but newton knows
a leaf will leave and meet the earth
a love like gravity will bind elgordodude
and plastic
your ban becomes you
in turn a decay
that leads before spring's revival
to winter
and plastic
Good day, kind sir Dave.
That poem of yours is so long,
that it puts mine to shame.
You even have rhyme in your name.
I'm just too jealous to get along.
So you're banned, damnit! ... unless you want to be my slave. ;)
You have been banned by my cat.
She's remaining with me, and that is that.
Banned because now I have a bowl of milk
but no cat to take a drink.
I had even prepared a cat cushion made of silk. :(
Well! If only I had known!
*ships Compy's cat to Metallion*
Now you have a cat to rest on your silk
Play with your mice, and drink your milk.
And now you are banned with peaches and lime
For my brain's devoid of a good banning rhyme.
We're Russian dancing men.
Oh yes, we're Russian dancing men.
Our favorite pepper is cayenne.
We're dancing right next to Big Ben.
We're Russian dancing men.
We're only dancing now and then.
We start it off at half past ten.
Soon we'll be going home again.
But you're not a Russian dancing man,
so you've got yourself a ban!
You are a Russian dancing man?
Your location's listed as Japan.
But you dance now and then in England.
Your act must be in high demand.
Quite the traveler, you must be.
But surely now you can see
How many plane flights that requires.
The fuel consumption keeps getting higher.
Now thanks to you, fuel prices rise
Until no one can afford to fly in the skies
Or drive a car, truck or van.
For that I'm giving you a ban.
Roses are dead.
Violets are dead.
I'm a bad gardener.
You're banned.
Well really, this is a surprise
I cannot believe my own eyes!
I've been here for ages and ages,
And I've scrolled through pages and pages,
And this thread my attention escaped,
Like it's masked and booted and caped,
But now I've discovered it's here,
I'm posting, but just out of sheer
delight that with keyboard in hand
I can say you are totally banned!