There once way a guy from Oxford
Who was badly mis-understood.
His friends thought him mad
That he'd be so sad
To go and get lost in a wood.
pOetry
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If you're after good o poetry, speak to mister Jim Prowting. He write THE BEST o poems ever. Example:
Death to the planner
Who hid a control
In 10 ft high bracken
In a specially dug hole....
It's not hard to imagine the rest seeing as how it generally just involves the planner being shot, something that we'd all like to do from time to time.....
Death to the planner
Who hid a control
In 10 ft high bracken
In a specially dug hole....
It's not hard to imagine the rest seeing as how it generally just involves the planner being shot, something that we'd all like to do from time to time.....
I laugh in the face of danger..... then I run and hide until it goes away.
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Errr I don't think he's on nopesport, in fact I think he's around M65 or summat like that by now....
I got a lil book thing of his poems at an o event years ago
I got a lil book thing of his poems at an o event years ago
I laugh in the face of danger..... then I run and hide until it goes away.
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Re: pOetry
Was doing a bit of serendipitous surfing and chanced upon this old thread.
Here's the rest of the poem:
Death to the planner
Who hid a control
In ten foot high bracken
In a specially dug hole.
On a featureless hillside
Except for the hole
In what he thought was amusing
To hide a control.
He'll no longer be laughing
And regret he was born
When he's marched to the hole
And shot there at dawn.
Sorry about the seven year delay in responding, Benjamin.
BTW I was only M55 in 2004
Here's the rest of the poem:
Death to the planner
Who hid a control
In ten foot high bracken
In a specially dug hole.
On a featureless hillside
Except for the hole
In what he thought was amusing
To hide a control.
He'll no longer be laughing
And regret he was born
When he's marched to the hole
And shot there at dawn.
Sorry about the seven year delay in responding, Benjamin.
BTW I was only M55 in 2004
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Re: pOetry
....and tell him I wasn't joking!
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