I'm blaming Chalky for this!!

This is the first post in a new game
In verse is its aim.
So try to put into verse
A poem that's worse
To celebrate mc5 is one today
Let,s all scream and shout Ole!

It's the nicest MC site
On your pages blue-and-white
I write my doggerel
Scansion, thought and rhyming skills can go to hell

Happy birthday to you Next year you will be two Happy birthday MC5 Now get the beers in please do

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.)

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!

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

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."

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!'

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!

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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

*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....)

[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 :-(

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!

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...

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.