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Created by: no.op.roo

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Lust for My Wikipedia Links

(pink.lipstick)(corset)
(sex.approach)(force.it)
(mascara.lipgloss)
(not.accept)(loss)
(love)(me)(wiki)
Mmmm (wiki.tits)
Mmmm (wiki.cunt.yum)
Ohhh (wiki.you.cum)
(love)(wiki)(hearts)(flowers)
(blend.wiki)(my.power)

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lol rewrite

Lust for My Wikipedia Links

(pink.lipstick)(corset)
(sex.approach)(force.it)
(mascara.lipgloss)
(not.accept)(any.los s)
(love)(me)(wiki)(sex.me)(please)
Mmmm (wiki.tits)(wiki.tease)
Mmmm (wiki.cunt.yum)
Ohhhhh (wiki.you.cum)
(love)(wiki)(hearts)(flowers)
(blend.wiki)(my.power)

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LOL thought the thread name would be sufficient.. post verse.. lyric.. titles.. emoticonitry.. carefully woven frothy concoctions.. peddle your wares.. toast a friend.. flame an adversary in the spirit of Cyrano de Bergerac, in short, yield pleasantries to woo and thrill us; all of your own invention, hopefully, if not, then of those you admire��

to: the topic starter: FYI: http://www.flirt4free.com/forums/threads.php?forum_id=4&thread_id=373&num_posts=86
"...toast a friend..." or "flame an adversary..."

"QUIT! GIVE UP! YOU'RE BEATEN!" They shout and plead,
There's just too much against you now, this time you can't succeed.
And as he started to hang his head in front of failure's face,
His downward fall intensifies by the memory of a race.

Defeat! He lay there silently, a tear dropped from his eye.
There's no sense running anymore - three strikes and I'm out - why try?
The will to rise had disappeared, all hope had flew away.
So far behind, so error prone, loser all the way.

-----------------------
Paraphased from the poem by Dee Groberg entitled 'The Race'

Created by: no.op.roo

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And I say BAH!

As an example of what this thread might come to bare� suppose Edmond Rostand had written Cyrano de Bergerac in this day? With his propensity for drink and fun.. what MIGHT he have considered an appendage worth Cyrano�s wrath? I suggest the following�

THE BORE: The Duke has a long penis!
CYRANO : But not so long as mine, when it is lengthened out� (shows his penis): As thus!
THE BORE: You think not to contend?
CYRANO: �Tis my idea!
THE BORE: But�
CYRANO: Show your heels! Now!
THE BORE: But I�
CYRANO: (walking straight up to him): Well, what is there strange?
THE BORE: (drawing back): Your Grace mistakes!
CYRANO: How now? Is�t soft and dangling, like a trunk?...
THE BORE: I never�
CYRANO: Is it crook�d, like an owl�s beak?
THE BORE: I�
CYRANO: Do you see a wart upon the tip?
THE BORE: Nay�
CYRANO: Or a fly, that takes the air there? What is there to stare at?
THE BORE: But I was careful not to look�knew better.
CYRANO: And why not look at it, an if you please?
THE BORE: I was�
CYRANO: Oh! It disgusts you!
THE BORE: Sir!
CYRANO: It�s hue, unwholesome seems to you?
THE BORE: Sir!
CYRANO: Or it�s shape?
THE BORE: No, on the contrary!
CYRANO: Why then that air disparaging?�perchance you think it large?
THE BORE: (stammering) No, small, quite small�minute!
CYRANO: Minute! What now? Accuse me of a thing ridiculous! Small�my penis?
THE BORE: Heaven help me!
CYRANO: �Tis enormous!
Old Flathead, empty-headed meddler, know
That I am proud possessing such an appendice.
�Tis well known, a big penis is indicative
Of a soul affable, and kind, and courteous,
Liberal, brave, just like myself, and such
As you can never dare to dream yourself,
Rascal contemptible! For that witless face
That my hand will soon come to cuff�is all
As empty�
(He cuffs him.)
THE BORE: Aie!
CYRANO: --of pride, of aspiration,
Of feeling, poetry�of godlike spark
Of all that appertains to my big penis,
(He turns him by the shoulders, suiting the action to the word):
As� what my boot will shortly come and kick!
THE BORE (running away): Help! Call the Gurard!
�.

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to: the topic starter: FYI: http://www.flirt4free.com/forums/threads.php?forum_id=4&thread_id=373&num_posts=86
"...toast a friend..." or "flame an adversary..."

"QUIT! GIVE UP! YOU'RE BEATEN!

Never Sir!!!! Witness that a "flame" may be applied with WIT and GRACE and ELEGANCE!!!
Mssr Carousel.. this Maid says again BAH!

If you've some bone to pick.. some bit of pique to point out and apply here for Vengence.. and it be done with fine woven tapastries of text? WELCOME say I.. if however you are a simple cretinish hater.. then FIE upon you!!!!!

As you my darling Carousel have shown.. a challange can be offered with a lovely bit of rhyme *wipes a tear from my cheek over your own choise* and MET with an equally boisterous and entertaining bit of careful editing...

kisses mon cher... *playfully pinches carousel's arse end*

Created by: no.op.roo

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yet another example...

Ani Defranco..

"Untouchable Face"

think i'm going for a walk now
i feel a little unsteady
i don't want nobody to follow me
'cept maybe you
i could make you happy you know
if you weren't already
i could do a lot of things
and i do

tell you the truth i prefer
the worst of you
too bad you had to have a better half
she's not really my type
but i think you two are forever
and i hate to say it but
you're perfect together

so fuck you
and your untouchable face
and fuck you
for existing in the first place
and who am i
that i should be vying for your touch
and who am i
i bet you can't even tell me that much

two-thirty in the morning
and my gas tank will be empty soon
neon sign on the horizon
rubbing elbows with the moon
a safe haven of sleepless
where the deep fryer's always on
radio is counting down
the top 20 country songs
and out on the porch the fly strip is
waving like a flag in the wind
y'know, i don't look forward
to seeing you again soon
you'll look like a photograph of yourself
taken from far far away
and i won't know what to do
and i won't know what to say

except fuck you...

i see you and i'm so perplexed
what was i thinking
what will i think of next
where can i hide
in the back room there's a lamp
that hangs over the pool table
and when the fan is on it swings
gently side to side
there's a changing constellation
of balls as we are playing
i see orion and say nothing
the only thing i can think of saying

is fuck you...

Created by: suggs

3/14/11 @ 9:51pm (EDT) | UTC - 4:00
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Ahem,
"BAH"tm

Created by: lickau

3/14/11 @ 10:02pm (EDT) | UTC - 4:00
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Dr. Seuss's Technical Manual

What If Dr. Seuss Did Technical Writing?

Here's an easy game to play.
Here's an easy thing to say:

If a packet hits a pocket on a socket on a port,
And the bus is interrupted as a very last resort,
And the address of the memory makes your floppy disk abort,
Then the socket packet pocket has an error to report!

If your cursor finds a menu item followed by a dash,
And the double-clicking icon puts your window in the trash,
And your data is corrupted 'cause the index doesn't hash,
Then your situation's hopeless, and your system's gonna crash!

You can't say this?
What a shame sir!
We'll find you
Another game sir.

If the label on the cable on the table at your house,
Says the network is connected to the button on your mouse,
But your packets want to tunnel on another protocol,
That's repeatedly rejected by the printer down the hall,

And your screen is all distorted by the side effects of gauss
So your icons in the window are as wavy as a souse,
Then you may as well reboot and go out with a bang,
'Cause as sure as I'm a poet, the sucker's gonna hang!

When the copy of your floppy's getting sloppy on the disk,
And the microcode instructions cause unnecessary risc,
Then you have to flash your memory and you'll want to RAM your ROM.
Quickly turn off the computer and be sure to tell your mom!

Created by: no.op.roo

3/14/11 @ 10:08pm (EDT) | UTC - 4:00
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Ahem,
"BAH"tm

*holds him close, kisses him on his mouth, slides my tongue in* "we won't be loud"
"missed you baby, how have you been lover, and where in this place?"*ignores the crowd*
*"i know i left you, alone in this place, but just kiss me baby, for a little grace"
*leans in close, arms around you tight* "can we be like this just for a night?"
*knowing it won't last, and you'll be gone soon* "kiss me now baby, for a little grace"

Created by: dudley_do_ride

3/15/11 @ 3:58am (EDT) | UTC - 4:00
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good...

GOOD!!!

Everything is going...

precisely...

as I have forseen.......

Created by: lickau

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random poetry ? [hmmmmmm]
seeking noterietry [them !]

having fun ?
no beer or sun ?

here in the forum ?
oh well deedle dum :drinkup

Created by: no.op.roo

3/15/11 @ 4:49am (EDT) | UTC - 4:00
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*giggle* i've missed you Ranger weaver... you made me cry with joy the last time i read you...
thank you so much for that.. so many changes.. so very very fast.. i'm glad you read the clues.

*spins and dances.. in this light.. until distracted.. by something bright...
just over there.. almost out of sight.. in that swirling fog.. "it just might"..
...eyes fill with water.. stifle fright.. desire a loom.. shining in the night*

(sigh)(touch)(well.worn.wood)(spun.thread)(joy)(weave) "Penelope Again!"

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random poetry ? [hmmmmmm]
seeking noterietry [them !]

having fun ?
no beer or sun ?

here in the forum ?
oh well deedle dum :drinkup

*does the foot to foot hop of excitement with you*

Created by: no.op.roo

3/16/11 @ 6:33am (EDT) | UTC - 4:00
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Drive Melissa Ferrick

"If you want this
if you want this
if you want this, you're gonna have to ask
nicely please
yeah if you want this
you're gonna have to ask me
you're gonna have to ask me

Whatever you want
I'll give it to you
I'll give it to you slowly
till you're just begging me to hold you
ya whatever you want
whatever you want
but you're gonna have to ask me

Your mouth waters
stretched out on my bed
your fingers are trembling
and your heart is heavy and red
and your head is bent back
and your back is arched
my hand is under there
holding you up

I'll hold you up
and drive you all night
I'll hold you up
and drive you baby 'till you feel the daylight
I'll hold you up
and drive you all night
I'll hold you up
and drive you 'till you feel the daylight
that's right
that's right

In the kitchen
in the shower
and in the back seat of my car
I'll hold you up
in your office
preferably during business hours
'cause you know how I like it when there's people around
and I know how you like it
yeah I know how you like it
I know how you like it when I tease you for hours

Your mouth waters
stretched out on my bed
your fingers are trembling
and your heart is heavy and red
and your head is bent back
and your back is arched
and my hand is under there
holding you up

I'll hold you up
and drive you all night
I'll hold you up
and drive you baby 'till you feel the daylight
I'll hold you up
and drive you all night
I'll hold you up
and drive you 'till you feel the daylight
oh and this has just begun

Yeah this has just begun
because we haven't even gotten started yet
I haven't even
I haven't even tied you up
I haven't even turned you over
this is where I want to live
right here between your hips
where all the love you hold and hide
it's where it lives
right here between your hips
this is where I want to live
it's where all the love you give exists

Your mouth waters
stretched out on my bed
your fingers are trembling
and your heart is heavy and red
your head is bent back
your back is arched
my hand is under there
holding you up

I'll hold you up
and drive you all night
I'll hold you up
and drive you baby 'till you feel the daylight
I'll hold you up
and drive you all night
I'll hold you up
and drive you baby 'till you feel the daylight
that's right
yeah
that's right
that's right
that's right
I'll hold you up
that's right
that's right
I'll drive you all night"

ohhhhhh shit girls.. *dances**groan*

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SOCIALLY CONSCIOUS PORNOGRAPHY

We've socially conscious biography,
Esthetics, and social geography.
Today every field
Boasts its Marxian yield,
So now there's class-conscious pornography.

Oh, the worker is nobody's fool,
For by rights he's the man with the tool.
His ponderous prick'll
Arise with the sickle,
And bugger the Fascists who rule.

Miss de Vaughan was a maker of panties
For all girls from subdebs to grand-aunties.
Her very best ad
Was herself, lightly clad
In her three-ninety-five silken scanties.

So this wench is a capitalist,
She's our villain and ought to be hissed.
But she's lush and she's plump,
And a glimpse of her rump
Would teach Marx that there's something he's missed.

Now de Vaughan had resolved on a lock-out
To give Communist Labor the knock-out.
She said, 'Fuck the foul fools.'
(She'd attended good schools),
And took a fresh bottle of Hock out.

Joseph Smith was a sturdy longshoreman
(And an eminent amateur whoreman).
Just to be sympathetic
He grew peripatetic,
'Til his picketing irked de Vaughan's doorman.

For this lout was a scab born and bred,
Who fainted whene'er he saw red:
In distress he reported,
But she only retorted,
`Run home and hide under your bed.'

For her plans were peculiar and wicked,
As she thought, `He's a man, if a picket.'
She lured him inside
And insidiously plied
The prick of the picket to lick it.

Joe's rod was stiff as a rail,
But he couldn't let principles fail.
`You degenerate bitch,
That's a trick of the rich;
But the people prefer honest tail.

`You may tickle the cocks and the vanities
Of the rich men who purchase your scanities,
But the proud People's front
Calls for sound hairy cunt.
So it's down with de Vaughan's panty-wanities.'

He picked a soft couch in her office,
And tore off her pants and ripped off his.
Then he showed her the rod
Marks the difference, by God,
Between what a man and a toff is.

Now our Joe was the first proletarian
Who had filled with his sperm the ovarian
Recess of de Vaughan,
Which had sheltered the spawn
Of unnumbered Fascists, all Aryan.

Next day his friends said, `You've been soaring,
You're dead on your feet. Were you whoring?'
He replied, `Starving masses
Mean more than plump asses.
Last night from within I was boring.'

And de Vaughan thought her troubles were over,
Her picket had left (to recover),
But he'd furnished her womb
With incipient bloom:
A fact she had yet to discover.

So after nine months, to the day,
The employer in labor pains lay.
As the boy hove in sight
He yelled, `WORKERS UNITE!'
And the doctors all fainted away.

The moral of this is, my child,
By rich promises don't be beguiled.
Remember that workers
Are eminent firkers,
And go left, if you must be defiled.

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He laid her on the table
So white clean and bare.
His forehead wet with beads of sweat
He rubbed her here and there.
He touched her neck and then her breast
And then drooling felt her thigh.
The slit was wet and all was set,
He gave a joyous cry.
The hole was wide... he looked inside
All was dark and murky.
He rubbed his hands and stretched his arms...

And then he stuffed the turkey.

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lol in a vague way.

now gotta segue

Created by: dudley_do_ride

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Johnny Moon- Maybe here... here at this poetry reading... I can escape my darker half...
I can finally find peace from... the white comanche!

Johnny sits down and begins to relax in the Maine audience listening to some Wordsworth. But then...
ever so suddenly... as the music swells up to crescendo (bum DISH DE DISHHHHHHHH)
a shatneresque figure arises from the seats two rows down and to the right.

It is ...

the white comanche...

He is...

high... on peyote...

With a gleeful laugh and wild eyes... He recites... with a very thick accent...
the following... as he leers at the women... the defenseless women... in the audience...
...
...

HE...... (emotive gestures)
plows...

through beauties, in the nights
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;

And all... that's best... of dark... and bright...
Meet in his aspect and his eye:
...
...
Thus...
mellow'd....
to that...
tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more,... one ray the less,...

Had... half... im... pair... 'd...
the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven...
pubic...
tress, ...

Or softly cum-lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet... eloquent, ...
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in lovemaking spent,
A mind at peace with all...
below,...

An...
organ...
whose love........
is wolf-innocent!

And of course then he went on a rampage that Johnny, try as he might, couldn't completely stop.

Who will save them... from... the white.... comanche!!!!

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