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[Fniff]

Same with slayerhero and me
I believe he
had "join at pleasant rest by Fniff"
before it was abandoned by myself, after I caught a whiff
of players being too murderous
for my fragile tastes which make me so nervous

[Kashyyk]

He came from Ireland,
That man with poetry in hand.

Suggested that we should all provide,
And thus this language we did divide.

Common were the words that rhymed well,
Snow and Row, Bell and Hell.

There were those who cried out with angst,
But we soldiered through like a brigade of tanks.

[Slayerhero90]

Cën Vhêcïd na rop xol
läth zise dan xol Mïnâphïd nol,
in Xânsiqurïd xol  jôn ad gol
od zönc han lêqruniol.

[freeformschooler]

Not quite a hero
But certainly a slayer
Of all languages

[Bdthemag]

Freeform, a man of reserved taste and quiet grace.
Or something along the lines of that, I sort of forgot.
Finishing this poem may be somewhat difficult, for it is a task I must myself needing to race.
God I suck at writing poems, I give up.

[Nosaneinme]

Freeform, a man of reserved taste and quiet grace.
Or something along the lines of that, I sort of forgot.
Finishing this poem may be somewhat difficult, for it is a task I must myself needing to race.
God I suck at writing poems, I give up.

Man who need Break

because Poems are Shear

Work of need

and Failures

[freeformschooler]

Man who need Break

because Poems are Shear

Work of need

and Failures

There's a lesson to be learned
From tryin' rhymin' on a dime
You're gettin' us concerned
By writin' rhymes that don't chime

Yo boy, hey, ya say there ain't no sane in you?
You rap like your mother, no wonder you went under!
You say you're off the deep end, I bet that's true
Your English blunder - loud like thunder - rips your rhymes in two!

THIS IS NOW THE POEM BATTLE THREAD

[Nosaneinme]

Man who need Break

because Poems are Shear

Work of need

and Failures

There's a lesson to be learned
From tryin' rhymin' on a dime
You're gettin' us concerned
By writin' rhymes that don't chime

Yo boy, hey, ya say there ain't no sane in you?
You rap like your mother, no wonder you went under!
You say you're off the deep end, I bet that's true
Your English blunder - loud like thunder - rips your rhymes in two!

THIS IS NOW THE POEM BATTLE THREAD

What is Knock on My Chamber door

Raven Who Spat Nevermore

And Free Form Schooler who never to shut up

Raping like Black while doing some shakes

Dakes I make when Time in bloom

Blooming Cherry Tree that your not

Make me,Thine me;An crown

So leave my place and My Realms

or Scythe is Dice that your last see slice of

[Fniff]

Who's the verbose fool
who is so uncool
as to not use proper spacing
like someone making a collage with no pasting
use your spaces you goddamn motherfucker
you ain't no clucker!

[ShoesandHats]

Yo now Fniff, I ain't sayin' this twice
It's time to drop the facade, I ain't actin' nice.
How you've been so bad at prose, nobody knows
Now you just made yourself less friends than foes.
So on a closin' note, why've you been such a posin' red-coat?
You're like the guys from Star Trek, droppin' like flies,
And like the British, who met their demise
All y'all know he's so stuffed with pride, he's started to bloat.

[Fniff]

FYI,
This shit is fly.
Red looks good on me
but I couldn't say the same for you, little flea
then again, nothing looks good on you!
Cos your fashion sense, it blew!

[ShoesandHats]

Yo homie, you just hurt my feelings
Now these wounds, they need some healings
I'll sit in the corner and pitifully cry
While I eat some comforting hot pie.
I'm very self-conscious, you know
You didn't have to go and deliver such a low blow.

[Fniff]

If this was a battle I just won it
but I haven't hit
I haven't won the war
so come on you other whores
make my day cool
because you certainly won't as you drool!

[Zrk2]

Something something something,
I don't know anything,
About the guy(?) above me.
That said, he's here,
So he must be a pretty cool guy,
with whom I would have a beer.

Fuckin' ninjas.

I recognize your name,
It isn't the same.
As mine.
You've been here for a while,
And my pile,
of ryhmes,
Has run out of time.

Or something.

[Fniff]

Damn, friend
I can't even comprehend
the lack of style
or grace or even a smile
I suggest you get back to bed junior
the adults are talking and you're just a crooner.