Thread: In All Seriousness...

Originally Posted by Jimbo

I dunno Carl. Let me be candid. It doesn't rhyme. First rule of poetry. I think you need to try harder. Look, here's an example of what I mean:

"There was movement in my stomach,
For the food was gurgling around.
And the chilis from last night's dinner were taking part.
They were making painful cramps,
And a weird, bubbling sound.
And I knew there'd be follow through, if I should fart."

And so on and so forth. That was the beginning of one I penned a while ago called "Disaster on Public Transport".

James.

Hey Jimbo

Do you reckon you could recite it at the Brisbane meet up,
if you can join us of course
Love to hear it mate

Originally Posted by sharptonn

Cmon, Ryan! Have you visited the Joke Thread lately? This is CLEAN! (and fun!)

And look where that went

Originally Posted by Catrentshaving

And look where that went

OHO! It's gone! I guess no more discussion on Jimbo's bodily functions, or malfunctions.
Tubad about the joke thread's demise. I hope it is temporary as some get the message. It is easy to clean up most jokes and substitute some things so not to offend.
Speaking of offending, sorry to have participated in derailing your serious poetry thread, Carl.
Just a little levity......Please continue. We shall quieten down in back.
Tom

Guys, Ryan is right. It was entirely my fault, I shouldn't have lead the thread astray. From now on we'll keep this poetry thread clean of profanity.

In that light, here is my "Ode to a Toad"

"Oh Toad!
Bloated, croaky, bouncy toad.
Rubber-necky toad.
Oh, how you goad,
On the lawn I mowed,
Spawned of seed I sowed,
Before it snowed.

Oh Toad!
Slippery, dipply, ripply toad.
Suction-cappy toed.
If I put you on the road,
Wouldst thou explode?
When pressed under a heavy load,
Of Topsoil, in the trailer I towed?
(Under cover, safely stowed)
Even though I almost slowed?
Your entrails seemed to spell a code.
Oh poor, poor toad."

James.

[this post deleted due to Mr. Grouchy Pants (who is now the boss of me in this sub-forum)]

I had posted the complete, historically accurate version of sharptonn's poem.

Originally Posted by Jimbo

Your entrails seemed to spell a code.
Oh poor, poor toad."

James.

& upon that road,
I discovered a lode.
A cavern of tidbits;
Tidbits shaped like ribbits.

As my heart sank
Sure this was no prank
I swore revenge on that fool
With the crocodile pool!

All day long I have had variations of this going through my head.

Click Clack
Put it in the sack.
Having fun with lard!
Who would have thought,
a grocery aisle,
would be ammo for the bard?

Originally Posted by sharptonn

... I guess no more discussion on Jimbo's bodily functions, or malfunctions.
...

It's a shame really, because "Disaster on Public Transport" was very well received in the IBS Asscociation's monthy journal "The Porcelain Purview". In fact, the Editors had no suggested changes - you may say it passed easily. I am one of their most regular contributors.

James.

Originally Posted by Jimbo

It's a shame really, because "Disaster on Public Transport" was very well received in the IBS Asscociation's monthy journal "The Porcelain Purview". In fact, the Editors had no suggested changes - you may say it passed easily. I am one of their most regular contributors.

James.

My curiosity is piqued, Jimbo. The IBS association?

Originally Posted by sharptonn

My curiosity is piqued, Jimbo. The IBS association?

Irritable Bowl Syndrome. We're not going to start talking about stools and movements are we? I feel like I'm round my mother's place.