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Poetry about murder and other emo sort of things.

Loony BoB

Well-known member
Go on, post yours today!

Jimmy was a baby still well in his youth
I'm guessing he did not have even a tooth
I have no concept of age, you see
So this will have to do.

I'll assume Jimmy is almost one year old
On his first birthday, this story is told
That is to say, that is when it is set
For convenience's sake.

Probably a bit too young to understand
Why at this point a party was planned
Well, I don't think a baby would know...
They probably can't even count.

Jimmy was given a box by Mama and Pop
He looked at the box and whacked the top
You see he didn't really get that the box was a present
He'll appreciate that more when he's older.

As the box was by the parents unwrapped
A noise from within, it rustled and tapped
I'm saying that there was something moving inside
In case you thought it was just the unwrapping noises.

Box unwrapped, lid removed, Dad's hands dove in
Mummy was busy putting wrapping in a bin
You see, when you unwrap a present, normal people throw it out
Not fold it up and save it for another present.

Out came Dad's hands as Mummy returned
And on this day, baby Jimmy, he learned
Of the existence of a small furry creature with long ears
It had small eyes and was a bunny.

The bunny was small and furry and had small eyes
Wait, we've been through this, I apologise
I honestly started this verse with those words
Without thinking about it. Sorry.

Jimmy looked at the bunny and the bunny looked back
Wondering if this giant baby was going to attack
Well, if you were that small and were looking at a giant baby with no real conscience
You'd probably be a bit worried too.

And then the murderous bunny murdered Jimmy to death
Mummy and Daddy also this day took their last breath
Because the bunny killed them all
And so ends the tale of Jimmy and the murderous bunny.


I'm so deep.
 

Mr Mxyzptlk

Well-known member
g0sh Towns, that touched me on a deep personal level. A figurative touch.

I was in tears after the first two lines. <--- my excuse for only reading the first two lines.
 

Mr Mxyzptlk

Well-known member
They reminded me of back in the day when I was young and innocent and foolish and young. :cry: Oh here they come again... :crybaby:
 

Burpey

Well-known member
There once was an emo who was always abused,
Then decided he wasn't gonna take it.
He listened to bands like Green Day and The Used,
But his fave was really Limp Bizkit.


Hmmm ...
 

GotSpin

Well-known member
Mr Mxyzptlk said:
There's a Limp Bizkit comment to be made here regarding being emo with br00tal nu-metal riffs to disguise it, but I'm above making such childish comments.
Nah sorry. No
 

GotSpin

Well-known member
burkey_1988 said:
There once was an emo who was always abused,
Then decided he wasn't gonna take it.
He listened to bands like Green Day and The Used,
But his fave was really Limp Bizkit.


Hmmm ...
Wow you got me there
 

Loony BoB

Well-known member
Okay, I wrote this one seven years ago...

There once was a frog
By the name of Rogg
He lived by a pond
Of which he was fond
One day on a lily
He was being quite silly
And with a little luck
He spotted a duck
The duck was red
His name was Ned
Rogg said “Gudday!
How goes your day?”
The duck replied:
“OK” and sighed
Rogg was not dumb
“You’re lying, chum!”
And said with a frown:
“You look quite down!”
Ned said “It’s true
I feel quite blue
I’ve lost my pet fly
A cute little guy
His first name’s Jack
...Jack Young... he’s black”
Rogg thought a bit
Then got his kit
“This mission I’ll take!
This promise I’ll make!
We’ll find your fly
By the first of July
Since it’s the thirtieth of June
That should be quite soon”
And off they went
Messages they sent
“If you’re a fly named Jack
Please to Ned come back”
Their journey was long
They sung many a song
And as the sun set
Ned sighted his pet
He yelled “Over here!”
And as Jack came near
Rogg shot out his tongue
And caught poor Jack Young!
But Ned was not thick
And took out his stick
Knocked Rogg on the head
And with Jack, he fled
Now all’s honky dory
And the moral of the story:
If pet fly caught by frog
Hit frog’s head with a log
And though frog untrustable
He’s definitely bustable!


I'm so complex.
 

Loony BoB

Well-known member
The fact that I could post legitimately emo poetry is what gets me closest to tears. :( Some of it isn't that bad, either. ...okay, that's even sadder.

This stuff is far more awesome. That last one I wrote in about five minutes because one of my younger siblings asked me to one day.
 

luckyeddie

Cricket Web Staff Member
There's absolutely nothing wrong with poetry - I write loads all the time. Mind you, I'm particularly proud of this parody:

Half a bat, half a bat,
The umpire has blundered?
He could have been out for nought
Yet made four hundred.
The Windies had thirtythree
When they lost Daren Ganga.
leg before to Freddie
and the crowd bayed in anger.

“No whitewash!” one did cry:
"Score us a hundred"
As Brian Lara took guard
He desperately wondered.
A sighter - perhaps a bye,
Please bowler, friendly pie
But Flintoff's no easy guy.
Then into the valley of Death
Harmison thundered.

A wide to right of him?
A wide to left of him?
A wide high above him?
Everyone wondered;
A shout rings out "Flaming hell -
"The ball should contain a bell",
Then everyone caught their breath.
Into the mouth of hell
Harmison thundered.

Lara, the sabre-stroke
His defence cast asunder.
The bowler in triumph,
The Ashington Wonder.

"Howzat?" to right of him,
"Howzat?" to left of him,
"Howzat?" behind him
Volley’d and thunder’d;
Lambasted with shot and shell,
Lara, the hero fell,
England had fought so well
Why no finger of Death?
NOT OUT? Oh, bloody hell!
Never an easy one
"If only", Vaughan wondered.

When will that memory fade
As the records, to waste, were laid,
All the world wonder’d?
The sixes and fours he made!
Just read the scorebook,
Lara - four hundred!
 
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