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Right, let's have a Christmas poem competition ... and here's a starter
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The poem at 15:35 is indeed first-class. I believe it features what is called Blank Verse, and getting technical for a moment was surely inspired by the famous Firstlast School of Poetry.
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alun you a a genius, as kweeveen would say TAKE A BOW.
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I confess….I had an informant…..
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I know
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This Be The Verse
They feck you up when on jihad. They really mean to, and they do. They fill you with the faults they had And add some extra, just for you. But they were fecked up in their turn By fools in old-style hats with beards, And when the sh1t kicked off you'd learn That they'd fecked off and disappeared. Man hands on misery to man. It deepens like a coastal shelf. Get out as early as you can, And grab those virgins for yourself |
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This is all becoming very deep and meaningful
I'd imagined that the competition would generate entries such as... The boy stood on the burning deck His todger painted blue And shouted loudly at passing boats "Well it is my Christmas too" |
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OK I'll lower the tone
There was an old man from Nantucket Whose ***k was so long he could suck it. He said with a grin As he wiped off his chin, If my ear was a ***t I could **** it. |
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How's about this one foxy?
 Blemished and Fat Foolish by Far Idle with Alarm Slurring a Wrong Arsing all Day Sneaking from the Tomb Usurping the Calm Hang on a Mo' Life on the Dole |
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Fckin hell, how did you find that out.
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