Qu+xie Burns - Foreword: I apologise in advance to Scotland for the following.

O, hail the graet rab!
Creataer of the site
Which was fifth at the taem
But two haev gone to shite.

In its pleasing caelors,
And its laeout noot a mess,
Yer site is a mast'ry
(Saev the bad CSS.)

Soo, let's give a toast to rab!
Fer this castle of MC.
(But, noot me, for yer'll know,
I'll've alraedy had me tea.)

rab - What do you mean, bad CSS? Pah!

snorgle - A site thats white,
and blue too -
Oh, no, not shite
No, not! Despite
the rare respite
from txtspk like
-ing tykes.

And where, indeed,
we are free, to
rhyme badLEE,
as we please!

Tuj - Hmm. MC5 is one today
So I thought I'd compose
A great verse celebrator-ay
But then I couldn't be bothered.

Chalky -
She thought she saw an MC site
A-twinkling from afar
She looked again and found it was
The road to Shangri-La
"If I should post in there", she thought
"My thoughts might travel far."

Toby - You're blue and white and read all over,
You help us through the day.
From far-flung shores we scatter clover Think 'rhyming laurel'
And cheer 'Calloo! Callay!'

Projoy - Oooooh!
It was in the year of God two thousand and three!
Was invented and launched a place to play MC!
And it did make its players so glad to be alive
That they dubbed it with the name of MC Five
Moreover, it contained an embarrassment of riches
With games of lies and the like to have us in stitches
So much that one would roll around on the floor
Here's hoping that it will last for many years more!

Inkspot -

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time for a new theme, how about, the launching of the various bids to host the 2012 Olympics.

Olympic fervour
Picnic hampers in the rain
Britains heart aflame

ZK - *taking the torch and running with it*
Let us host the game!
Why exist we after all
If not to have our glory,
And once again (and soaked in rain)
Add chapters to your story?
Hearts of gold (and medals too)
Await to home you here,
What country is more virtuous,
Less fat, and soaked in beer?
(Of course I jest)
Our ath-l-etes
Await to welcome you,
Their sense, at least, of sporting pride
Will lend the grace that's due.
And don't forget our stadia!
Where it would all take place
There's nowhere that's top-gradier (sorry)
For match, parade, or race.

(Out of inspiration for now....going to bed....)

Chalky - [ZK] Bravo!

Two thousand and twelve is a long way away
My hair might be grey
Which will seem more real
Than the Olympian ideal.

Sorry - can't really summon up any interest :-(

ZK - The time has come, the walrus said, to talk of other things.
Of booze, and chips, and feeling fat, and spicy chicken wings,
And when my kettle's boiling hot, I'm telling you, it sings,
Calloh! Callay! We'll talk today
Of food and yummy things!

ZK - Ode to chocolate:
Oh, you're so shiny, so tasty, I swear,
With one bite of you, I just couldn't care
What strife there may be in my life as it stands;
The worst that could happen? I might get sticky hands.
What is it so great that means I can devour
A couple, or three, bars in under an hour?
What is it makes you so utterly dreamy?
You're crunchy, you're bubbly, or gooey and creamy,
Or fruity, or nutty, have nougaty core -
I'll say it again as I've said it before
A world without chocolate's a pencil unleaded -
Utterly pointless, and a world to be dreaded!
Hmmm...the diet may be getting to me, methinks...

The Axeman - I chanced, this morn, as I awoke
To glance outside, and this was wrote:
A game that lingers with little flair
A game about which few do care
Is it really, really fair?
That such a thing should take up space
And suck attention from the human race?
Wrote, this was, upon a cat,
Who looked most saddened, and with that
He puffed out his tail and turned incandescent!
Off he ran, to Mornington Crescent.

Audience - *shouts, screams, generally goes wild for The Axeman*

The Axeman - *gazes into the middle distance, knowing that his job is done - for now.*

Chalky - You meany! There's plenty of us that are really enjoying this game. It doesn't need 20 entries per day to be appreciated, you know? Poets need time! I'm cross. So there.

Dujon - We all have our crosses to bear, Chalky. ... ;-)

ZK - Fair dinkum :) Games need structure or utter randomness to survive. This one was just too sane.

Angus Prune - My poem.
Musings of the Colour Blind
The world is pink.
I think.

I thank you!

Tuj - [AP] Top notch. Have a literary award or two.

ZK - And let's not forget her OBE in the Tuesday Honours List.

Dujon -
There's a lady in Salisbury
For whom I do care
Painting pictures and textures
That write I'd not dare
There are words and there's phrases
She puts on this site
Writ in neat thought cohesion
That point up my plight
Will I win? I much doubt it
She's too good for me
So I'll sit here and read it
What'ere it might be.

ZK - < < < < curious

Dujon - ?
Curious about what? My dreadful contribution? The lady in question? The fact that someone appreciates her input? Perhaps my inept use of the English language?
Speak up good sir/madam I am intrigued... ;-)

ZK - Lol it's not a dreadful contribution! I just don't get what it means.

Dujon - Ahh! Chalky - the lady of whom I spoke in that little bit of doggerel (sorry, Bob) - is a graphic artist and oft a ticket writer. Obviously she is also a person who contributes much to this and other sites.

Dujon - Oh, yes, she does/did reside in the City of spires.

ZK - aaaaahh...somewhat of an insiders' poem, that one :)

Dujon - Hmmm. Maybe, but not intended in that way. Chalky has openly mentioned these little bits and pieces of her life just as have many other contributors on the MC sites revealed portions of theirs.

Chalky - [ZK] Yeah ... I've just been 'around' for a while.

rab - You'd be amazed what we learn about Chalky at the e-pilgs.. *wink*

ZK - Lol for "insiders" read "people who've been here longer than me" :))))

Chalky -
OK - following the 'Insiders Theme' ....

In the mountains above sunny Sydney
Is our Duj eating hot steak & kidney
He's British by birth
Then crosséd this earth
Did well for himself I'd say, didn' ee?

oooh - I'm liking this. There's plenty more where that came from .... teehee

vivien - neogage

zlunko - turn the page

tupac911 - hellooo

zeeshan - me spen se hu me pakistan se love krta hu

Giertrud - Sense has gone

FGZstar - When was there ever any sense to begin with?

Giertrud - Well it made more sense than that line about Pakistan...

KagomeShuko - Wow . . . this is complete nonsense and there are no more verses! Why don't we try something new, like . . .

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How MC5 Doesn't Help Us

I'll start . . .

My mind, it wanders all day,
So to MC5, I come play.
It's not educational
Nor does it help me relational.
Nor does it give me pay!

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