Bad Poetry

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  • silvergurl518
    silvergurl518 Posts: 4,123 Member
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    And heres my bad poetry...

    She Was a MFP-Girl
    Wearing a bikini she does a twirl

    Ooops her bottoms fell right off...
    After she farted and coughed (The cough-fart combo that is)

    Someone told her it was either cheese or chocolate
    Then she cried and said, what the crap?
    No Way, No Way,
    Hommie don't play that way.

    She ate a apple every day,
    It was just her way (To keep regular that is)

    Had a thing for the peanut butter,
    But couldn't get any out of a cows udder. :laugh:

    BJLeech had a fantastic little one there but mad props go to HiKaren! i totally snarfled. which is snortlaughing :) i didn't know stevie nicks wrote a song with silver girl in the lyrics--so did simon and garfunkel--but that's not where my user name comes from either! mwahahahaha.

    breakfast is multigrain pancakes
    i'm going ice skating later today
    did you expect this to rhyme?
    (canadian) bacon.
  • silvergurl518
    silvergurl518 Posts: 4,123 Member
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    will...not...let...this...thread...die...
  • pucenavel
    pucenavel Posts: 972 Member
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    Oh, the soft squishiness
    sweet flavor, tart on the tongue
    Gummy Bear
  • HunterKiller_wechange2
    HunterKiller_wechange2 Posts: 332 Member
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    Roses are red,
    Traffic cones are orange,
    my coffee tastes bad,
    Sausage.
  • sbbhbm
    sbbhbm Posts: 1,312 Member
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    Roses are red
    and so is my truck
    I think you're sexy
    wanna go ... play hopscotch?
  • diodelcibo
    diodelcibo Posts: 2,564 Member
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    Roses are red
    Violets are blue
    And so are my balls
    You know what to do.
  • sbbhbm
    sbbhbm Posts: 1,312 Member
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    Roses are red
    Violets are blue
    And so are my balls
    You know what to do.

    I just spit coffee all over my desk...thanks.
    I don't always spit, but when I do, I spit coffee..
  • FootsoreRambler
    FootsoreRambler Posts: 80 Member
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    Oh you people. You and your bad poems. I love them all.
  • LazyGuy91
    LazyGuy91 Posts: 171 Member
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    Roses are red
    Losing weight is good
    I am shy
    That is all.
  • silvergurl518
    silvergurl518 Posts: 4,123 Member
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    Roses are red
    Violets are blue
    And so are my balls
    You know what to do.

    #winning

    roses are red
    charlie sheen's shirt is blue
    he has tigerblood
    #winning
  • pucenavel
    pucenavel Posts: 972 Member
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    Heretofor, I take the swear
    I will not eat them in a chair
    I will not eat them on a dare
    I will not eat them at the fair
    I will not eat them in Times Square
    On this day, I do declare
    I will not eat that gummy bear!
  • LauraMacNCheese
    LauraMacNCheese Posts: 7,198 Member
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    A haiku:

    five syllables here
    seven more syllables there
    are you happy now
  • ChildrenCryinNCoffee
    ChildrenCryinNCoffee Posts: 477 Member
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    Archiving this! This is awesome!



    It’s Okay to Procrastinate
    By Patricia Fernandez-Rathgeber

    There are days when I just need to sit and not do anything.
    Days when I ignore the telephone ring.
    I just sit and breathe and think,
    I don’t even worry about the dishes in the sink.
    Oh I may have some company,
    My husband, daughter or sweet summer iced tea.
    People watching is what I love to do,
    Walking by in their worn down shoes.
    I wonder why—
    They have no time to stop and just enjoy the sky.
    No book in hand, no music playing,
    Do you understand what I’m saying?
    It’s okay to procrastinate,
    It’s kind of fun to just sit…and wait.
    Don’t sit there and fret about your worries,
    Let the other people rush in their hurries.
    Just sit and feel the slightest breeze,
    And take a mental freeze.
    Just sit and don’t do anything,
    And see what joys life and nature can bring.
  • silvergurl518
    silvergurl518 Posts: 4,123 Member
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    Archiving this! This is awesome!



    It’s Okay to Procrastinate
    By Patricia Fernandez-Rathgeber

    There are days when I just need to sit and not do anything.
    Days when I ignore the telephone ring.
    I just sit and breathe and think,
    I don’t even worry about the dishes in the sink.
    Oh I may have some company,
    My husband, daughter or sweet summer iced tea.
    People watching is what I love to do,
    Walking by in their worn down shoes.
    I wonder why—
    They have no time to stop and just enjoy the sky.
    No book in hand, no music playing,
    Do you understand what I’m saying?
    It’s okay to procrastinate,
    It’s kind of fun to just sit…and wait.
    Don’t sit there and fret about your worries,
    Let the other people rush in their hurries.
    Just sit and feel the slightest breeze,
    And take a mental freeze.
    Just sit and don’t do anything,
    And see what joys life and nature can bring.

    that's a GOOD poem. why is it in the bad poetry thread?

    roses are red
    violets are blue (so they say)
    i have to pee
    see you later!
  • Cp731
    Cp731 Posts: 3,195 Member
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    Roses are Red
    Violets are Blue
    This is me Dumping You
  • foxro
    foxro Posts: 793 Member
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    Here I sit
    Broken hearted
    Paid a dime
    And only farted
  • CollegiateGrief
    CollegiateGrief Posts: 552 Member
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    I went to a candy shop
    They had lots of sweets and pop
    I ran away sad
    No candy I had
    And instead I went home to mop
  • Mr_Bad_Example
    Mr_Bad_Example Posts: 2,403 Member
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    Dr. Oz
    ~~~~~~
    He comes to me,
    Smelling of raspberry ketones,
    Telling me my apple juice is poison.
    He smiles and says,
    "Trust me, I'm a doctor."
    He is Oprah's doctor, so I must believe.
    He once was respected,
    A cardiothoracic surgeon.
    Now, he just quacks.
  • pucenavel
    pucenavel Posts: 972 Member
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    Keeping it alive:

    On the trail, I like to run
    Swimming, Biking - just as fun
    Pancakes
  • dirtnap63
    dirtnap63 Posts: 1,387 Member
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    Posted before but here it is again;

    To MFP or not to MFP: that is the question:
    Whether ‘tis nobler in the belly to suffer
    The (onion) rings and marrow of outrageous calories
    Or to take up lifestyles against a sea of fads
    And by opposing end them? To diet, to starve;
    No more; and by starving we say to begin the thousand natural shocks
    That flesh is heir to, ‘tis a consummation devoutly to be wished? To diet, to starve;
    To starve: perchance to binge: ay there’s the rub;
    For in that starvation diet what losses may come when we have shuffled off this metabolic rate
    Must give us pause: there’s the respect that makes calamity of so long dieting;
    For who would bear the words and scorns of time,
    The “bully’s” wrong, the proud member’s contumely
    The pangs of despised advice, the mod’s delay
    The insolence of veterans and the spurns
    That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
    When he himself might his quietus make
    With a Dr. Oz? Who would buttocks
    bare,
    To grunt and sweat under a clingy wrap
    But that the dread of something after loss
    The undiscover’d state from whose bourn
    No purger returns, puzzles the will
    And makes us rather bear those lbs we
    Have
    Than lift to others that we know not of?
    Thus sloth does make cowards of us
    All;
    And thus the native hue of ketones
    Is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought
    And undertakings of great pitch and moment
    With this regard their cleanses turn awry,
    And lose the name of action. – Soft tissue now!
    The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy diaries
    Be all my binges remember’d.

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