Beowulf
20th November 2003, 21:20
Here are some limericks written by Arienn, Ritchie "Raw is War" Diaz, Jean, Simon, and Zephfi. Jacob may have also written a few, though I am not sure, all I know is I didn't write any of them because I'm a loser. I'd like to see some new ones, because they're fun to read. ;)
So, here they are:
There once was a Wotism Faction
Whose Spiders drove folk to distraction
With an anti-grav pool
Their Mansion is cool
And it's always filled with some action!
And then there is Z's Buffy Shrine
and Arienns fondness for wine
A radge as she goes,
Watch Jean with her hose,
The Mansion is quality time!
Entering the basement's forbidden
the relish shed quite vermin ridden
our insane low mutters
and ramblings aboot shudders
You lurkers had best stay well hidden!
With Marylin, there's no need for a lock
but those myyrdsmurfs can still run amok
until they behave,
the boy toys are caged...
The Mansion can be quite a shock!
And still theres so much to mention
Like mad Zephfi's gholam injection...
The floors made of glass,
that make quite a crash
And Wulfs ViewCams heighten the tension!
To the Mansion everyone's welcome,
Cos we've always got Wulfie to vet them...
If they come up to scratch
then we'll throw them a bash!
Then they'll forget where they came from!
Hopefully things are now clear,
About the Mansion, you get the idea
Now we must go,
Cos the story is told
But the Mansion will always be here!
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There once was a beautiful Queen,
whose name was said to be Jean
Now I shouldn't say this,
but she's really a sadist,
And Jacob knows what that means!
*Bows in homage*
There once was a Celtic toy-boy.
Who made a Queen come over all coy.
Of course, she was with a hose,
and he with no clothes,
And to think, he's my private toy!
There one was a girl called Zephfi
who was an amazing young lady
With her jiggly puff
and plenty of love
She's a most remarkable Kiwi!
There once was a sweet lil viking,
Who found spankings much to his liking.
We yelled, "Jakie! don't loot"
But he gave not a hoot
He was a spoiled boy-toy, no mistaking.
and that was joint Ritchie-jean and i effort
There once was a poet from Eire
who was constantly changing his hair
between coffee and smoke,
and a regular toke,
his visits are postively rare!
There once was a young Wulfie-Bear
Who would oft pretend not to care
But altho he shunned hugs
We knew the great lug's
true self was a snuggable dear
So, here they are:
There once was a Wotism Faction
Whose Spiders drove folk to distraction
With an anti-grav pool
Their Mansion is cool
And it's always filled with some action!
And then there is Z's Buffy Shrine
and Arienns fondness for wine
A radge as she goes,
Watch Jean with her hose,
The Mansion is quality time!
Entering the basement's forbidden
the relish shed quite vermin ridden
our insane low mutters
and ramblings aboot shudders
You lurkers had best stay well hidden!
With Marylin, there's no need for a lock
but those myyrdsmurfs can still run amok
until they behave,
the boy toys are caged...
The Mansion can be quite a shock!
And still theres so much to mention
Like mad Zephfi's gholam injection...
The floors made of glass,
that make quite a crash
And Wulfs ViewCams heighten the tension!
To the Mansion everyone's welcome,
Cos we've always got Wulfie to vet them...
If they come up to scratch
then we'll throw them a bash!
Then they'll forget where they came from!
Hopefully things are now clear,
About the Mansion, you get the idea
Now we must go,
Cos the story is told
But the Mansion will always be here!
-----------------------------
There once was a beautiful Queen,
whose name was said to be Jean
Now I shouldn't say this,
but she's really a sadist,
And Jacob knows what that means!
*Bows in homage*
There once was a Celtic toy-boy.
Who made a Queen come over all coy.
Of course, she was with a hose,
and he with no clothes,
And to think, he's my private toy!
There one was a girl called Zephfi
who was an amazing young lady
With her jiggly puff
and plenty of love
She's a most remarkable Kiwi!
There once was a sweet lil viking,
Who found spankings much to his liking.
We yelled, "Jakie! don't loot"
But he gave not a hoot
He was a spoiled boy-toy, no mistaking.
and that was joint Ritchie-jean and i effort
There once was a poet from Eire
who was constantly changing his hair
between coffee and smoke,
and a regular toke,
his visits are postively rare!
There once was a young Wulfie-Bear
Who would oft pretend not to care
But altho he shunned hugs
We knew the great lug's
true self was a snuggable dear