You're probably asking yourself Staring at CAPPY
staring at the most powerful thread in the whole
Ten Forward forum.
Have they fired all there photons and can i run away
Well in all the excitement i lost count..
so you have to ask yourself
do you feel lucky
or what <hug tackle>
[bugs drag kiss]
we've got a true poem~write off going on between Davey and Senshi, I can't make up which one is winning, you're both making me so happy and such that I think you have both won in your own special way. By all accounts please keep going =D
we've got a true poem~write off going on between Davey and Senshi, I can't make up which one is winning, you're both making me so happy and such that I think you have both won in your own special way. By all accounts please keep going =D
This verse I write is almost done..., it matters not who may have won.
The bunny Momiji has declared..., of two minds she can't be spared.
The happiness she posts about..., is far out weighed by lingering doubt.
Senshibats much longer been..., this cute little Bunny's forum friend.
I acquiesce this minor bout..., ...dramatic flair...,
This poetry doth make me wince,
For alas I have no experience,
In writing prose or making odes,
I'm only here for posts by Goz.
So now can we return to norm,
Don't make me find the shade of storm,
All of this wordplay is not my sort,
I'm off before a reply from hort.
Goz never writes in this land of ours,
peaceful though it is and full of flowers.
Fret not, o master of the foundry!
These slight verses are no threat to you.
Perhaps you feel you are in a quandary,
but you can just sit and enjoy the view.
This poetry doth make me wince,
For alas I have no experience,
In writing prose or making odes,
I'm only here for posts by Goz.
So now can we return to norm,
Don't make me find the shade of storm,
All of this wordplay is not my sort,
I'm off before a reply from hort.
This Revo Skipper fools no-one..., into believing that he is dumb.
He fools with verse in such a way..., that education it does convey.
Of Goz he speaks with homage and awe.., awaiting posts like fine scrimshaw.
There is no norm to be found here.., that Hidden-Squall, the least WE fear.
Again he tries to dissuade us all.., but for his games we will not fall.
The bird he speaks of quite deadpan..., is lovely, lively Hort...,
... Toucan.
aww don't lose faith Davey, you are very good at your rhyme ^_^ and do not doubt my smile! it's most certainly made for a happy day =D
Also, don't listen to Revo =P
Alas fair Bunny, my faith abounds..., although I've been a faceless clown.
Attempting to make wit today..., I seem to have been swept away,
by fuzzy ears and plushy tail..., your lovely smile that never fails,
to bring me back to this strange thread..., which probably should long be dead.
If weren't it for the content dearth.., my verse, oh my, would be stillbirth'd.
Goz never writes in this land of ours,
peaceful though it is and full of flowers.
Fret not, o master of the foundry!
These slight verses are no threat to you.
Perhaps you feel you are in a quandary,
but you can just sit and enjoy the view.
From Goz herein, there's not a post.., but still we do, love him the most.
His talent with the ones and zeros..., let Us fly as Star Trek heros.
The artwork that he does produce..., the C-Store , oh it will seduce,
our senses to beget them all..., and purchase C-Points, our own down-fall.
Of Sonnet and Bonnets and Hare so Fair
we do compared to happy hops and flowers
We visit the hours
From Trondheim to Los Gatos
To East West Midlands
and hadrian's Wall
who could fall from such historic balconies
of Verona and be happier
then an Omar Khayyam
and drop some of the toasting cup to the dust
of travels that have passed this way before?.
The Beauty of this Hallowed Cappy Ground
is in the spirit of adventure
past the giggling of CHAT
somewhere
The pocket holds the Crown Coin old of 2000 and before vintage be
it granted me access to splendid things to see
of Sport and sleeping
of driving and non alcoholic drinking
past the Sherwood sign
and derby nuclear towers..
of this all that remain is dry flowers
such things are memories
Goz never writes in this land of ours,
peaceful though it is and full of flowers.
Fret not, o master of the foundry!
These slight verses are no threat to you.
Perhaps you feel you are in a quandary,
but you can just sit and enjoy the view.
While I sit upon my chair, there comes a tapping at my door,
Upon inspection I do bear, a toucan sitting on the floor,
He looks at me with expectant eye, but alas for him I am a man,
He leaves me now and starts to cry, walking to his candy van,
He turns to me as I close the door,
Quoth the toucan 'nevermore'.
Comments
And clothes apparently
Got any of the bunny as bunny chow?
Bunny Bacon, can it be... Bunny better turn and flee.
Bunny hiding in a sack... Bunny ready to attack.
Bunny squeeling with delight... Cappies Bunny is quite a sight.
Bunny working at a desk... Bunny is quite picturesque.
Bunny willing, maybe now... Bunny stand..., and take a bow?
I like the way your bunny appears... to be clapping, with cute perky ears.
I'd never try to make you bleed... for that would be a dastardly deed.
As for Vogons and their like... they'd be nothing without a mic.
You're very welcome for these rhymes... I have fun with things, sublime.
For you are bunny we care for you
for you are one with the Cappy spirit
we smile
So hop you stay awhile
Grabs Mic w Faux Pompadour
Sets back leg wings hip..
shakes hand about waist hi
uh huh
I just wanna be your
Bunny Care
Some Starfleet captains just
don't understand
and klingons can play too
rough.
staring at the most powerful thread in the whole
Ten Forward forum.
Have they fired all there photons and can i run away
Well in all the excitement i lost count..
so you have to ask yourself
do you feel lucky
or what <hug tackle>
[bugs drag kiss]
I try to read what you have typed..., it seems to strangle with weird hype.
And oft at times, makes little sense..., or maybe just a bit too dense?
Your verse is strange and without wit... but who am I to beg you quit.
to grab the LIT
don't mean you have
to go all Brooklyn and
with the church of cappy
manners quit
I do suspect that spelling be..., the thing you've voided since puberty.
While in New York I do reside.., it's not the City I'll be spied.
You'll have to search much farther north..., or ne'er you'll see me coming forth.
In Cappie's shrine I do oft post.., but always, I respect our host.
My manners plainly clear to see..., most obvious, even to thee.
bare stranger g
SOME of us are trying to sleep! :mad:
Never interfere in people's bliss
regardless of the bait,
or you shall learn you were amiss
from the masters of fate.
This realm is lost in haze
where the faceless come and go,
but true friendship shall always
be in the stars aglow.
This bliss of which, you did just speak..., reminds me most of Bittercreek.
A nasty place not far away..., where sipping from, is most risqu
This verse I write is almost done..., it matters not who may have won.
The bunny Momiji has declared..., of two minds she can't be spared.
The happiness she posts about..., is far out weighed by lingering doubt.
Senshibats much longer been..., this cute little Bunny's forum friend.
I acquiesce this minor bout..., ...dramatic flair...,
... simply fadeout...
For alas I have no experience,
In writing prose or making odes,
I'm only here for posts by Goz.
So now can we return to norm,
Don't make me find the shade of storm,
All of this wordplay is not my sort,
I'm off before a reply from hort.
Also, don't listen to Revo =P
Goz never writes in this land of ours,
peaceful though it is and full of flowers.
Fret not, o master of the foundry!
These slight verses are no threat to you.
Perhaps you feel you are in a quandary,
but you can just sit and enjoy the view.
This Revo Skipper fools no-one..., into believing that he is dumb.
He fools with verse in such a way..., that education it does convey.
Of Goz he speaks with homage and awe.., awaiting posts like fine scrimshaw.
There is no norm to be found here.., that Hidden-Squall, the least WE fear.
Again he tries to dissuade us all.., but for his games we will not fall.
The bird he speaks of quite deadpan..., is lovely, lively Hort...,
... Toucan.
Alas fair Bunny, my faith abounds..., although I've been a faceless clown.
Attempting to make wit today..., I seem to have been swept away,
by fuzzy ears and plushy tail..., your lovely smile that never fails,
to bring me back to this strange thread..., which probably should long be dead.
If weren't it for the content dearth.., my verse, oh my, would be stillbirth'd.
That bet I'll take, though you might find..., a Bunny Prize you'll be denied.
From Goz herein, there's not a post.., but still we do, love him the most.
His talent with the ones and zeros..., let Us fly as Star Trek heros.
The artwork that he does produce..., the C-Store , oh it will seduce,
our senses to beget them all..., and purchase C-Points, our own down-fall.
we do compared to happy hops and flowers
We visit the hours
From Trondheim to Los Gatos
To East West Midlands
and hadrian's Wall
who could fall from such historic balconies
of Verona and be happier
then an Omar Khayyam
and drop some of the toasting cup to the dust
of travels that have passed this way before?.
The Beauty of this Hallowed Cappy Ground
is in the spirit of adventure
past the giggling of CHAT
somewhere
The pocket holds the Crown Coin old of 2000 and before vintage be
it granted me access to splendid things to see
of Sport and sleeping
of driving and non alcoholic drinking
past the Sherwood sign
and derby nuclear towers..
of this all that remain is dry flowers
such things are memories
Awkward.
Chat's back! Yay!
While I sit upon my chair, there comes a tapping at my door,
Upon inspection I do bear, a toucan sitting on the floor,
He looks at me with expectant eye, but alas for him I am a man,
He leaves me now and starts to cry, walking to his candy van,
He turns to me as I close the door,
Quoth the toucan 'nevermore'.