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Джентльменского клуба

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Джентльменского клуба

lightly translated: I flowing by leader “[dzhentlmenskogo] club. We the hire

Limericks

There once was a fellow McSweeny

Who spilled some gin on his weenie

Just to be couth

He added vermouth

Then slipped his girlfriend a martini

.

There once was a man Robin Hood

Who lived in a Knottingham wood

He learned how to ****

from old Friar Tuck

And made Marion whenever he could

.

There once was a fellow O’Doole

Who found little red spots on his tool

His Doctor a cynic

said Get out of me clinic,

And wipe off that lipstick you fool!

.

A pirate, history relates

Was scuffling with some of his mates

When he slipped on a cutlbum

Which rendered him nutless

And practically useless on dates

.

There once was a plumber from Lee

Who was plumbing his girl by the sea

She said Stop your plumbing,

There’s somebody coming!

Said the plumber still plumbing… It’s me!

.

On the moors Kelly walked in a daze

There she’d bark at the moon and the haze

Still her friends weren’t concerned

For by now they had learned

Once a month she would go through this phase.

.

A randy marsupial named Reeves

Spent some time with the whores ‘tween their knees

When they’d asked him for money

He’d say “Listen honey

A koala eats bushes and leaves.”

.

Now down in the valley of Shneel

Lived a woman who loved to reveal

With her curtains well drawn

Standing bare as a fawn

She’d do this really neat trick with an eel

.

Now this right old man was a sick ‘un

He had a dozen hen ripe for the pickin’

He’d chase ‘em around

With his trousers pulled down

And he’d say “Whatsa matter, you chicken?”

.

A new farmer’s helper named Kull

Accidentally was milking a bull

The farmer said, “Boy yer dumb,

You done milked the wrong one!”

Said the boy, “But me whole bucket’s full.”

.

Twas a crazy old man called O’Keef

Who caused local farmers much grief

To their cows he would run

Cut their legs off for fun

And say “Look, I’ve invented ground beef!”

.

There once was a man from Madrbum

Whose balls were made out of brbum

When he’d bang ‘em together

They’d play stormy weather

And lightning would shoot out of his bum

.

There once was a man from East Kent

Whose tool was so long that it bent

To save her some trouble

He folded it double

And instead of coming…he went

.

There once was a man from Bonaire

Who was doing his wife on the stair

When the banister broke

He doubled his stroke

And finished her off in midair

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On a knoll a young maiden named Molly

Her innocence lost through young folly

His name was Sing Chum

And too soon he did great times

And all he could say was “I’m solly!”

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A bear taking a dump asked a rabbit

“Does **** stick to your fur as a habit?”

“Of course not,” said the hare,

“It’s really quite rare!”

So the bear wiped his bum with the rabbit.

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There once was a girl named Tristan

Whose beer that she ordered was was ****ed in

She said “I don’t think,”

As she spit out her drink,

“On the menu that this one was listed.”

.

I had me a wench from East Broint

Who bade me her skin to anoint

The girl had arthritis

And so I decided

She wouldn’t mind one more stiff joint.

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hey, man, I thought I'd try this ****, man

Poetry is like a blank slate, It’s whatever you want it to be. Doesn’t even have to rhyme, you could call many short stories a blank verse poem. Life itself, is a kind of poem. That statement in itself is also a poem.

Show off your Emo Poetry

Sausages on the barbecue (eavesdropping)

This smell is divine, a spell captivating my mouth, causing it to gush its lust. An eager impatience arrests my hunger and magnifies it, humanising the demon inside.

Is this fair, is this right, that these banger sheaths are too pink, too raw? Too bad, you say!

What sadistic nonsense is this? This teases my instincts and scoffs at my misfortune. I am left dejected and without a morsel to ingest.

I imagine the wieners are live pigs, lying upon this scorching bed, squealing and writhing in agony, spitting globules of swine blood from their squinty eyes.

Did I feel guilty for their slaughter? Hell no! I have a hunger that is manically insatiable, a need that only pig flesh can satisfy.

Over and over, I hasten my actions, rotating those beasts, allowing the flames to taste their flavour, their succulent porkiness! Ultimately, I am jealous, for the flames devour what I cannot!!

Hear the family’s cries “FEED US! FEED US!” they chant! One by one, in a queue they receive a sausage in a bun, a sausage on its own, with mustard, ketchup or both. Finally, my chance has come, my moment of glory, to eat the meat from this feast! I look down and there is one celebrated, magnificent sausage left, a king of all sausages, a fat and gloriously sausage, glistening proudly in this evening’s sun….

...a little tap, tap on my leg? I look down at my young son. He has an empty plate and a hopeful expression…..Sausages on the barbeque, no more!

M. Moran

09.06.08

Authors note: I attend a poetry workshop and this is my homework. We had to write a piece on a snippet of overheard conversation. I heard ..sausages on the barbeque..

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Show off your Emo Poetry

i like ur puresento…v nice..but,...ah never mind…me like ur puresento, no man wouldnt

Show off your Emo Poetry

Those are clbumics, quite recognizable, (for you at least) yes.

I mean thank you, it’s good to be back.

Show off your Emo Poetry

The gallows in my garden, people say,

Is new and neat and adequately tall;

I tie the noose on in a knowing way

As one that knots his necktie for a ball;

But just as all the neighbours on the wall

Are drawing a long breath to shout “Hurray!”

The strangest whim has seized me. . . After all

I think I will not hang myself to-day.

To-morrow is the time I get my pay

My uncle’s sword is hanging in the hall

I see a little cloud all pink and grey

Perhaps the rector’s mother will NOT call

I fancy that I heard from Mr. Gall

That mushrooms could be cooked another way

I never read the works of Juvenal

I think I will not hang myself to-day.

The world will have another washing-day;

The decadents decay; the pedants pall;

And H.G. Wells has found that children play,

And Bernard Shaw discovered that they squall;

Rationalists are growing rational

And through thick woods one finds a stream astray,

So secret that the very sky seems small

I think I will not hang myself to-day.

Prince, I can hear the trumpet of Germinal,

The tumbrils toiling up the terrible way;

Even to-day your royal head may fall

I think I will not hang myself to-day.

Yep, not surprised even this game references the wrong homonym for "emo"

Acronym Definition

Emo Emotion(s)

EMO Early Morning Originator (airline industry)

EMO Egreat timesenical Ministries of Oregon (Portland, OR)

EMO Educational Management Organization

EMO Effective Material Operator

EMO Electromagnetism and Optics

EMO Electronic Maintenance/Material Officer

EMO Elektrik Mühendisleri Odasý (Turkey)

EMO Emergency Machine Off

EMO Emergency Management Office

EMO Emergency Management Ontario (Ontario, Canada)

EMO Emergency Measures Office

EMO Emergency Measures Organization (Canada)

EMO Emergency Off (definition used by SEMI)

EMO Emotional Rock (music, fashion)

EMO Emotional (music genre)

EMO Emotive Hardcore (music genre)

EMO Engage Missile Order

EMO Environmental Management Office

EMO Environmental Management Ordinance

EMO Equipment Management Office

EMO European Mortar Industry Organisation

EMO Exercise for Men Only (magazine)

EMO Experienced Musicians Only

EMO Exposition Mondiale de La Machine Outil

EMO Electronic Maintenance Officer

EMO Emoticon File

EMO Encapsulated Multimedia Object

EMO External Manual Operator

› What is emo

The term “Emo” is used as counterculture; it is an abreviation of the word “emotional”. Emo it’s defining not only an attitude, but also a fashion that are coming from emocore (emo music). Emocore is a combination between hardcore and punk music which was very popular in Washington DC in the late 80’s. The emo culture continued to develop between ‘90 and ‘00, reaching the height of its popularity today.

› Emo Kids

The term for the teenagers who listen emocore is emo kids. The society thinks about them as failures; they are not strong enough to hide their emotions, they’re sensitive, shy, introverted, and often quiet. Usually, Emo kids like to express their feeling writing poems about their problems with depression, confusion, and anger; all because the world fails to understand them. Emo poetry uses a combination of any of: a highly emotional tone, stream of consciousness writing, a simple (ABAB) or nonexistent rhyme scheme, references to the flesh, especially the heart, heavy use of dark or depressing adjectives, and concern over the mutability of time, love or both. Themes such as life is pain are common. You can check some ‘emo poems’ on our forum! Altough life is already very hard for them, emo kids have to suffer for even more society prosecution because of their condition. The term ‘emo’ itself is used nowadays as an insult. Adressed to a person means they are ‘overly emotional’. Emocore is compared with pop boy bands of 1990s. Critics cast the music as lacking any artistic merit and that the fashion is just … a fashion used to drive girls attention. The ones who are emo not because they feel it, but because they like to be trendy are named ‘posers’. A big percent of the current emo subculture is formed by posers. Emo subculture is acused that it is celebrating self-harm. As i’ve said before many fail to understand that those are only fake emos (rawrr you bastards, get away from here); actually i have no rights to judge them even if most of us suffer because of them.

› Why emo doesn’t mean emotional

Now more of the truth. I’m going to make this as easy to understand as possible.

Now I’m all for evolution, I believe in evolution after all! Even in terms of words; gay use to mean “happy” now it can either mean, “stupid”, “lame” or it’s current proper use “homosexual.”

However, the term emo is very different. If you claim “emo” were to mean “emotional” it then becomes an all encompbuming word, it becomes extremely vague and it has no limit as to what it can and will describe. This is an issue because the term is suppose to (and believed to by the people who use it) to describe one specific thing, when it fact it does the complete opposite. Emo when wrongfully used as “emotional” describes every living thing, every song, every word, every breath, every statement. Why you ask? Because what as no emotion is dead.

Emo was created as a shortened term to describe a specific thing, in this case “emotive hardcore” an off shoot of hardcore punk from the mid 80’s. This genre is still alive today, although very obscure and unknown to most. Those who like to shout they’re ‘emo’ usually never heard of any other band than fall out boy.

What many of you are now doing are displaying a vast amount of laziness and gullibility. Why are you wrongfully using the term emo to describe “scene”, “fashion core” and sappy mainstream rock? Think before you speak, stop taking short cuts, and stop being the media’s ****.

-taken from various sites-