The Bar on the corner of every regionBoard

Drunkndisorderly wrote:

Emimen is a rapper.

Here is his website
https://www.eminem.com/

It was a play on words; a parody just substituting Shameless shady for Slim Shady.

Like Weird Al Yankovic who makes a living messing with lyrics and songs.

singers have websites?

Brocklandia wrote:

A candy made of chocolate with a hard sugar shell. Sometimes other fillings are involved, like peanuts, pretzels, lark's vomit, and stainless steel bolts that spring out and plunge directly through both cheeks.

I mean, you do have cheeks, right? What kind of chocolate-hating hippie are you?

what?

Neutrality Foundation wrote:

Nah, we just uncovered one in the back room while renovating. No multiverse shenanigans needed.

Finishes up the wires and begins the process of closing up the wall.

Wait, you were digging through the walls? You didn't happen to find Brocks's secret cave in the air vents did you? I've been searching for it for months now... Or a couple hours I'm not sure.

Shameless shady 14666 wrote:

what?

Oh.

Alivingmotercycle wrote:

Stops existing for exactly one second.

Does that mean your aging process paused for one second? Can you go longer? Can you force me out of existence temporarily, say 100 years? My skin isn't growing any younger you know, and it would be nice to wake up 100 years later and still be looking this fabulous.

Alivingmotercycle wrote:

Stops existing for exactly one second.

Could you do that again?
I have some magical watches I need calibrated.
I pull out a string of watches, made from various materials and in different styles.

The weekend poetry contest has ended. Zany Zanes will choose a winner.

Thick-Billed Longspur wrote:

-sits on a "Unarmed" "Fake" Nuke

I’m sure we can find something more size appropriate at the adult store down the street, but to each their own.

Alta Sil wrote:

Does that mean your aging process paused for one second? Can you go longer? Can you force me out of existence temporarily, say 100 years? My skin isn't growing any younger you know, and it would be nice to wake up 100 years later and still be looking this fabulous.

Ah, the Rip van Winkle Skin Care Routine and Anti-Aging Beauty Regimen™. A traditional folk medicine technique of the indigenous Knickerbocker peoples. Works as a cure for early wrinkling, eczema, liver spots, leopard spots, lion heart, crow's feet, raven's breath, and cat scratch fever.

Brocklandia wrote:

*pours two pounds of freshly harvested black-stripe sunflower seeds, one pound of sorghum, and one pound of red millet into the bowl*

*takes some millet*

Shameless shady 14666 wrote:

what?

Sure, "what" or "whatever."

So, how goes preparing the bar for the coming nuclear apocalypse? I'm sure that the bar could survive a nuclear apocalypse. But I'm sure some of the patrons wouldn't be very happy if their 12-year running game of foosball was knocked off course due to a nuke falling on the foosball table.

If you want I can lob some return nukes at anyone who decides to meddle with your affairs :P

Munching on a slice of cake, a lit candle flickering across the pages of entries, the shadowy judge places the submissions in several different orders, obviously puzzling out their decision. Eventually, tiring of their own indecisiveness, they settle on an order and move to the stage to announce the winners.

In Second Place

The Georgeian Empire wrote:

Birthday's come each year
The surprise lessens each time
All in all, decent

Lovely haiku! Great work and thank you for your poem! Congratulations!

In First Place

Alta Sil wrote:

I don’t recall the first light
Nor the years of infant height
But I relive the days of play,
The sanguine bliss that youth conveyed,
Every year on a single day —
Bouts of cheer in life inlaid.
I rejoice for all the places I’ve seen,
The pain overcome, the repose serene.
I cherish the love I’ve nurtured through years,
The family bonds, the tender tears.
These memories birthed from decades passed
Now dance before me, like shadows cast,
Thrown on walls of a room in dark
Brightened softly by fleeting spark.
On this day of my first light,
The day the flames of life ignite,
These memories carry me to quiet delight
As I slip into the tranquil night.

I loved the rhyme scheme here and the visual your words painted! Congrats! Let us know if you'll be accepting the position of judge next weekend!

In Third Place

Brocklandia wrote:

Life is motion.
Even when you think you are
going nowhere fast,
gears are turning,
fuel is burning,
lessons blah-blah-
something, learning.

Who am I kidding?
Life is a crazy mess,
but you're here,
ticking off another year,
and you're living it.
and that's
pretty cool.

I really love this poem, very worthy of our Third Place trophy! Congrats!

In Third Place

Ratfink wrote:

Happy Birthday

Birth.
Why?
Whywhywhywhywhy?
Blackest anniversary.
A day which will live in infamy.
Again I ask you,
Why?

A less optimistic take but I'm charmed nevertheless. Very worthy of Third Place! Congrats!

In Third Place

Maple Hockey Canadia wrote:

A poem from up north:
Canadan birthdays
Sitting in six feet of snow
Happy birthday eh

Nice! A haiku! A lovely homage to our poetry contests roots while creating an interesting thematically connected piece! A great poem worthy of Third Place and the honor bestowed upon the position! Congrats!

Prusmia wrote:

So, how goes preparing the bar for the coming nuclear apocalypse? I'm sure that the bar could survive a nuclear apocalypse. But I'm sure some of the patrons wouldn't be very happy if their 12-year running game of foosball was knocked off course due to a nuke falling on the foosball table.

If you want I can lob some return nukes at anyone who decides to meddle with your affairs :P

Wandering back behind the bar the shadows shrug.

We could always use the support. Though we never make it too far in the war, so they'd best build up the defenses around the foosball tables now if anyone hopes to keep them out of the way.