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!
*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....)
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.
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.
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.
? 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... ;-)