Pome Wars

[moonbogg]

Rhyming "right" with "right"...

Just a bit of laziness?

You can do better.

Fixed

 

[moonbogg]

Bogg of moons, oh Bogg of moons
A smell you've never experienced is poon

Just cock and semen which run down your chin
From any willing participant, large or thin

A knob in your left
Some balls in your right
Everyone knows
your rectum ain't tight.

The end

I kid.

A swing, a miss,
A ball, a bat,
How wrong you be,
My buddy, sir DaTT

For valleys of flesh,
And valleys of sin,
God only knows,
In the number I've been

But wording be wrong,
Or lyrics be true,
This heterosexual song,
I speak unto you

However if well,
My eyes do me serve,
I believe there's a cock,
In your mouth I observe

 

[MrPickins]

Fixed

:awe:

 

[dank69]

Touche, touché
Nice touch, hombre
A clap received,
Deserved, any day

Your rhymes though however,
Are desperate I see,
Far too lengthy,
A try hard, you be

For a pome is one thing,
A rap is another,
Perhaps you forgot,
What color your mother

I see you joking that my format is wrong,
but a true pome king can craft a pome like a song.
Maybe stop toking so hard on that bong.
Once you stop smoking you can follow along.

 

[pete6032]

This has quickly turned into "insult the other members with poems."

 

[brianmanahan]

moonbogg,

you cannot call yourself a Pome King
'til you've faced the mad white beast
staring down at cruel blank paper
for minutes, hours, days and weeks -

until you've tasted of the vict'ry
and agonized in the defeat,
sitting there with reams of paper
lying crumpled at your feet -

until you've sworn a solemn vow
to stick to meter without fail,
wearing out thesaurus pages
searching for the rhyming Grail -

until you've all but given up
on getting twisted lines aligned,
when suddenly, a rhyme of genius
strikes like lightning in your mind -

until you've gone back to admire
a pome you wrote in days gone by,
and still can feel the raw emotion
that makes you want to laugh or cry.

did you ever write a pome
that Printer Bandit paid you for?
Have you ever bared your soul
to just be called out as a whore?

to be a Pome King, one must go
through joyous heights and dismal lows,
while never failing to write down
their deepest thoughts in vivd prose.

moonbogg, friend, your pomes are charming
but i don't think you're ready yet
to do battle with a Pome King...
it's something that you might regret.

 

[Ruptga]

What rhymes with ?

 

[brianmanahan]

What rhymes with ?

:awe:

 

[Ruptga]

:awe:

Gods, I'm such an idiot to have missed something so obvious.

 

[dank69]

What rhymes with ?

troll bear

 

[brianmanahan]

troll bear

mohair

 

[Ruptga]

mohair

Moonbogg is where?
Offline in defeat, most unfair.

 

[moonbogg]

moonbogg,

you cannot call yourself a Pome King
'til you've faced the mad white beast
staring down at cruel blank paper
for minutes, hours, days and weeks -

until you've tasted of the vict'ry
and agonized in the defeat,
sitting there with reams of paper
lying crumpled at your feet -

until you've sworn a solemn vow
to stick to meter without fail,
wearing out thesaurus pages
searching for the rhyming Grail -

until you've all but given up
on getting twisted lines aligned,
when suddenly, a rhyme of genius
strikes like lightning in your mind -

until you've gone back to admire
a pome you wrote in days gone by,
and still can feel the raw emotion
that makes you want to laugh or cry.

did you ever write a pome
that Printer Bandit paid you for?
Have you ever bared your soul
to just be called out as a whore?

to be a Pome King, one must go
through joyous heights and dismal lows,
while never failing to write down
their deepest thoughts in vivd prose.

moonbogg, friend, your pomes are charming
but i don't think you're ready yet
to do battle with a Pome King...
it's something that you might regret.

Brian, my friend,
We've been here before,
You know that place,
Not today, nor yore

A thread from the past,
From which I cling,
Or so you claim,
Or so you sing

Your death drew near,
Or so you thought,
Ebola came,
And then got lost

Perhaps you have,
Forgotten most,
The ownage of which,
This Bogg doth boast,

I brought it then,
You failed the spar,
The same just happened,
With your tl;dr

 

[moonbogg]

I do not believe
this is a good idea
so I will refrain

Dave, my pal,
So cautious you be,
You thought you could skate,
You thought you could flee,

The problem is, Dave,
I thought you should know,
You entered the thread,
And then you ducked low

Escape though you can't,
There's not enough time,
The cost you must pay,
Is this callout, this rhyme

 

[Sho'Nuff]

A swing, a miss,
A ball, a bat,
How wrong you be,
My buddy, sir DaTT

For valleys of flesh,
And valleys of sin,
God only knows,
In the number I've been

But wording be wrong,
Or lyrics be true,
This heterosexual song,
I speak unto you

However if well,
My eyes do me serve,
I believe there's a cock,
In your mouth I observe

Moonbog oh Moonbog
Thoust jests are so dour
for the valleys thine speak of
must be rolled in flour
so thou canst go for the wet spot
and be man of the hour

 

[z1ggy]

moonbogg, I dare you to write the best pome evar, with a rhyme using the word "purple".

 

[Thebobo]

If I could I would
But I cant so I shant

 

[edro]

boonmogg is winning
and win he must
for if he loses
this thread is a bust

 

[dank69]

mohair

mole hair

 

[dank69]

moonbogg, I dare you to write the best pome evar, with a rhyme using the word "purple".

Moonbogg can't rhyme
with the word purple,
stuck spinning his wheels
much like a gerbil,
and even if he
came up with pure bull,
low hanging fruit
like the word nurple,
I'm sure it'd be weak,
his sauce is trr'ble.
Just being honest,
hope not too hurtful.

 

[moonbogg]

Moonbog oh Moonbog
Thoust jests are so dour
for the valleys thine speak of
must be rolled in flour
so thou canst go for the wet spot
and be man of the hour

Women for you,
Or women for me,
My interest is elsewhere,
But not in men, you see

This flour you speak of,
May is rise warm and high,
For your words have me obsessed,
With a nice apple pie

 

[manimal]

Attend the tale of Moonbog child
His love of troll cant be denied
to fret and frown till the meds are down
he rests in a room without a view
the view he sees cant be denied
for he smears the poop of said troll child

A maudlin experience the troll child braved
to sit day after day without suns gaze
again to the breech of sin and pain
the troll sits idly by in vain
for fed hes not and fat still is
captain crunch litters the foot of the bed

 

[moonbogg]

Moonbogg is where?
Offline in defeat, most unfair.

Your pome I complete,
My talent is rare,
I stand unscathed,
My skill brought to bare

Your hope was in vain,
You envisioned my fall,
You prayed it be true,
But Bogg Pwns them all

With this you I leave,
This fight I won't throw,
I say to you Ruptga,
Come at me bro!

 

[moonbogg]

boonmogg is winning
and win he must
for if he loses
this thread is a bust

An ally it seems?
A friend do I spy?
I'm not so naïve,
But I know why you try

You see here my friend,
As said in the OP,
A war is at hand,
My blade to a strop

Its Bogg VS world,
I spoke it so true,
My fair weathered friend,
That world includes you

So stop choosing sides,
Don't straddle the fence,
Your war is with me,
Let the pomes commence!

 

[SlitheryDee]

Moonbogg's pome cheer in twenty:

One, Two, Three, Four,
Moonbogg's pomes are such a bore.

Five, Six, Seven, Eight,
Moonbogg makes the pomes we hate.

Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve,
We'll just make good pomes ourselves.

Thirteen, Fourteen, Fifteen, Sixteen,
Moonbogg pomes get off my screen.

Seventeen, Eighteen, Nineteen, Twenty,
We already had good pomes aplenty.