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!