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Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe. Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the Gubba bird, and shun The frumious Bandersnatch! He took his vorpal sword in hand; Long time the manxome foe he sought So rested he by the Lindtzen tree And stood awhile in thought. And, as in uffish thought he stood, The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame, Came whiffling through the tulgey wood, And burbled as it came! One, two! One, two! And through and through The vorpal blade went snicker-snack! He left it dead, and with its head He went galumphing back. And hast thou slain the Jabberwock? Come to my arms, my borbish boy! O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay! He chortled in his joy. Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe.
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Jul 13, 2023 23:58
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thinkin bout mome snacks |
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it's about time Gubba Bird is rehabilitated in the eys of society. sorry for being a sour grapes but that's how I feel 
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Dumb Sex-Parrot posted:it's about time Gubba Bird is rehabilitated in the eys of society. sorry for being a sour grapes but that's how I feel seconded. it's about time 
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posting this again, maybe ill add more to it Through glittering gleams the trovel jingled, Rumbleclatter, sparkle and trinket clash, Lay steeped and splendor in a heap mingled, And empiled amongst her cache
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Jul 15, 2023 02:27
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i wanna see more nonsense poems from byob |
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Jul 15, 2023 02:28
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treasure bear posted:i wanna see more nonsense poems from byob The Dong with a Luminous Nose by Edward Lear When awful darkness and silence reign Over the great Gromboolian plain, Through the long, long wintry nights; When the angry breakers roar As they beat on the rocky shore; When Storm-clouds brood on the towering heights Of the Hills of the Chankly Bore: Then, through the vast and gloomy dark, There moves what seems a fiery spark, A lonely spark with silvery rays Piercing the coal-black night, A Meteor strange and bright: Hither and thither the vision strays, A single lurid light. Slowly it wander, pauses, creeps, Anon it sparkles, flashes and leaps; And ever as onward it gleaming goes A light on the Bong-tree stems it throws. And those who watch at that midnight hour From Hall or Terrace, or lofty Tower, Cry, as the wild light passes along, "The Dong! the Dong! "The wandering Dong through the forest goes! "The Dong! the Dong! "The Dong with a luminous Nose!" Long years ago The Dong was happy and gay, Till he fell in love with a Jumbly Girl Who came to those shores one day. For the Jumblies came in a sieve, they did, Landing at eve near the Zemmery Fidd Where the Oblong Oysters grow, And the rocks are smooth and gray. And all the woods and the valleys rang With the Chorus they daily and nightly sang, "Far and few, far and few, Are the lands where the Jumblies live; Their heads are green, and the hands are blue And they went to sea in a sieve. Happily, happily passed those days! While the cheerful Jumblies staid; They danced in circlets all night long, To the plaintive pipe of the lively Dong, In moonlight, shine, or shade. For day and night he was always there By the side of the Jumbly Girl so fair, With her sky-blue hands, and her sea-green hair. Till the morning came of that hateful day When the Jumblies sailed in their sieve away, And the Dong was left on the cruel shore Gazing gazing for evermore, Ever keeping his weary eyes on That pea-green sail on the far horizon, Singing the Jumbly Chorus still As he sate all day on the grassy hill, "Far and few, far and few, Are the lands where the Jumblies live; Their heads are green, and the hands are blue And they went to sea in a sieve. But when the sun was low in the West, The Dong arose and said; "What little sense I once possessed Has quite gone out of my head!" And since that day he wanders still By lake and forest, marsh and hills, Singing "O somewhere, in valley or plain "Might I find my Jumbly Girl again! "For ever I'll seek by lake and shore "Till I find my Jumbly Girl once more!" Playing a pipe with silvery squeaks, Since then his Jumbly Girl he seeks, And because by night he could not see, He gathered the bark of the Twangum Tree On the flowery plain that grows. And he wove him a wondrous Nose, A Nose as strange as a Nose could be! Of vast proportions and painted red, And tied with cords to the back of his head. In a hollow rounded space it ended With a luminous Lamp within suspended, All fenced about With a bandage stout To prevent the wind from blowing it out; And with holes all round to send the light, In gleaming rays on the dismal night. And now each night, and all night long, Over those plains still roams the Dong; And above the wail of the Chimp and Snipe You may hear the squeak of his plaintive pipe While ever he seeks, but seeks in vain To meet with his Jumbly Girl again; Lonely and wild all night he goes, The Dong with a luminous Nose! And all who watch at the midnight hour, From Hall or Terrace, or lofty Tower, Cry, as they trace the Meteor bright, Moving along through the dreary night, "This is the hour when forth he goes, "The Dong with a luminous Nose! "Yonder over the plain he goes; "He goes! "He goes; "The Dong with a luminous Nose!"
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cruft posted:'twas not 'twas 
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cruft posted:'twas not 'twasn't |
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Jul 17, 2023 04:40
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google THIS posted:'twasn't 'twn't https://i.imgur.com/9jTkSUL.mp4 |
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Viginti Septem posted:'twn't 'twain't
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Jul 17, 2023 08:48
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man as much as I appreciate what this poem is doing, for some reason the diction of the first stanza is so specifically annoying to me that i was never able to actually enjoy it. it always gave me a fingernails on a chalkboard feeling and i have no idea why
frump truck fucked around with this message at 11:58 on Jul 17, 2023 |
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Jul 17, 2023 11:55
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"bubba gubba borba Lindtzen joober flambin' trink brank gornky" - lewis carroll |
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Jul 17, 2023 11:56
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someone should try writing one |
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Jul 17, 2023 17:35
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more poetry ITT. pls. I don't care if it's partially plagiarized or homemade or what. dear readers like myself shall be the judge of all that  LET'S GO IT'S POETRY TIME I wanna feel something. for once
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Here's one I wrote with my best friends and my brother after a trip to an island Ten men mounted Five tandem bikes And rode around the island Nice. One got lost and four remained, Till in search another strayed, Three in silence roads patrolled, Found a place that coffees sold, Nice. Then, though damp, their spirts renewed, A plan was hatched, most cunning and shrewd, They flagged a seal, which changed the mood, He pointed to Dún Aonghasa. |
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Which verse do you think was composed by a published writer? |
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Jul 23, 2023 12:56
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Quadramind posted:Which verse do you think was composed by a published writer? I'd guess it's the third verse 
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You found the social scientist! He is not the author |
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Areola Grande posted:more poetry ITT. pls. when you are hungry You take on the shape of the things you swallow. Be careful of people who are kites, who make you rise so sweet, tangle you in trees & wires: the same shocks that give you ecstacy can steal your life. Swallow horses if you feel strong enough to gallop for miles across landscapes, tossing your mane in the sun. What I am saying is: you are what you eat. Eat oceans. Eat the moon with your eyes, the wind with your skin. Do not eat too much. Do not be so full you cannot swim the rivers or wake when it is time. Better yet, take the world into you in smallest bites, only what you need. Leave the rest. You take on the shape of the things you swallow. Swallow rainbows. They suit you. Swallow love. - Michelle Tibbetts |
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cruft posted:when you are hungry excellent poem but now i'm hungry for horse 
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They call me Mr. Pipe because I'm piping, piping, piping and they call me Mr. Pipe because I pipe and pipe and pipe Call me Mr. Pipe because I'm piping all the time Friends and neighbours all around, they say that they don't mind; the only pipes that I have got, they never make a sound Pipe man, pipe man silent pipe silently pipe on your pipe I'm piping, piping, piping, so they call me Mr. Pipe and they call me Mr. Pipe because I pipe and pipe and pipe Call me Mr. Pipe because I'm piping all the time Friends and neighbours all around, they say that they don't mind; these quiet pipes that I have got, they only ever pipe si lently. lovely pipeman pipe silently on your silent pipe, pipe gently pipe man, pipe your silent pipe silently pipe on your pipe, pipe man, pipe man, pipe man pipe |
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Quadramind posted:They call me Mr. Pipe because I'm piping, piping, piping *no weed noise* 
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Mr. Pipe, that's my name That name again is Mr. Pipe I am a patient they. |
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