The Bar on the corner of every regionBoard

Thick-Billed Longspur wrote:

[Bird noises watching tauntingly]

wraps my wood fingers around you

Thick-Billed Longspur wrote:

[:3 [pecks at its eyesocket being released and flys into the restroom where Birbs master Resides]]

Ow my eyes!

Now I'm a pirate.
I don't even like dealing with birds

M R 3 wrote:

Hello to all.

I don’t know anyone by the name of All around here, but I’m sure you’ll find them eventually! Hopefully the chef didn’t get to them first... I wouldn’t be surprised if they were featured in today’s Chili Deluxe.

Leroysia wrote:

Who wants an orange whip? Orange whip? Orange whip?

Three orange whips!

How exactly are these different than the regular whips I can get in the dungeon downstairs? I guess the nice color does sound tempting… oh what the hell, I’ll have two please! I suppose my old whip was getting a bit stained.

Zombie Penguins wrote:

The weekend poetry contest has ended. Miss Chief shall select a winner.

Well! Let's get this over with!

Visibly sighing like some overly disgruntled teenager.

In THIRD place! - Whilst not following the theme I set the poetry is beautiful, and hints at the thoughtful hidden depths of the poet:

Brocklandia wrote:

He'd always wanted to invent something
that would move around
and make funny noises
and change the world as we know it.

And he forgot about that
until he had kids,
and now he sees
he came pretty close.

In SECOND place! This cute limerick with the imaginatively amusing visual of a tar fountain at the end - It made me smile:

The Georgeian Empire wrote:

There once was a cat that owned a bar
and people came from near and far
for soup and leeks
and the one that speaks
on a fountain spewing out tar

...and in FIRST place! This entry, which indeed followed my instructions to the letter, and made me realise that perhaps they weren't such a good idea to begin with! However, I enjoyed the poem, and it's umm.. unexpected end:

Alta Sil wrote:

Miss Chief I’m afraid you’ll have to pay extra
For descriptions of what I swallow
But I assure you it’s quite large
And ecstasy does follow

Perhaps you could involve a game
If you want to add a kick
A prize awarded to the person
Who can swallow the most… uhm.. beer

One honourable mention to this somewhat confusing poem:

Nekojin wrote:

Bad seeds
In my garden
Stupid, stupid, bad, bad seeds.
Now they are bad sprouts
And I must pull them out

Someone wiser might say:
There is no such thing as a bad seed
I say:
Shut up. I don't want your philosophy. I want the ragweed out of my tomato bed.

I thought Nekojin was a cute lil kitty cat, so their interests in gardening seem weird and unusual, but then again 'weird and unusual' is normal round these parts...

Zombie ducks wrote:

Eat Bob. He’s over there lying dead by the window.

*runs over Bob with lawnmower*

Miss Chief wrote:

In THIRD place! - Whilst not following the theme I set the poetry is beautiful, and hints at the thoughtful hidden depths of the poet:

Thank you, great and wise judge of discernment and quiet good taste. A plate of cookies, which is in no way a bribe, should be arriving at your table in moments. Much gratitude!

Miss Chief wrote:

Pulls out a pint of milk to drink with said cookies.

Somebody's living dangerously, I see!

Miss Chief wrote:

...and in FIRST place! This entry, which indeed followed my instructions to the letter, and made me realise that perhaps they weren't such a good idea to begin with! However, I enjoyed the poem, and it's umm.. unexpected end

Well, it looks like I’m judge again! It surely has been an unfortunate few weeks. No matter, we march on!

The next topic will be poems about nature. Whether beautiful or savage, pristine or polluted, serene or chaotic, all poems about nature will be accepted! Have fun!

M R 3 wrote:

*runs over Bob with lawnmower*

*eats his run over parts*

New communist beijing wrote:

I just saw you put it in...

and I saw you key in the code...

😑🤑

steals the money

Yay, I got double now!

But you're communism

You can't do that

Brocklandia wrote:

Just because ze's a Communist doesn't mean ze can't be greedy. Basic human greed is the downfall of every economic system, no matter how utopian.

eats a salad filled with an assortment of paper money

I see. Humans are wierd

The I'm a little tea pot

That's the song

Plant monster in a pot wrote:

Humans are wierd

True, but they're tasty when grilled.