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MY pie poem(s)
I'm writing poems on pie for english.. 14 in all. i will post them here for review.
#1 (possibly not done)
Bob put the pie in the oven
The oven was set on hot
The pie was made with lovin
Bob wanted to eat pie a lot
Bob set the timer for 1:53
Bob didn’t want it to be burned
Not burning pie is the key
This Bob had learned
When the pie was ready
The pie will be good
Bob told his teddy
Now it’s time for food
The pie was taken out
Warm and tasty looking
A perfect pie just about
All from Bob’s cooking
Before the pie could be ate
The pie had to cool
Bob was forced to wait
And sit around and drool
Bob bit the pie too soon
And burned his mouth
His yell was heard on the moon
And in the deep south
#1 (possibly not done)
Bob put the pie in the oven
The oven was set on hot
The pie was made with lovin
Bob wanted to eat pie a lot
Bob set the timer for 1:53
Bob didn’t want it to be burned
Not burning pie is the key
This Bob had learned
When the pie was ready
The pie will be good
Bob told his teddy
Now it’s time for food
The pie was taken out
Warm and tasty looking
A perfect pie just about
All from Bob’s cooking
Before the pie could be ate
The pie had to cool
Bob was forced to wait
And sit around and drool
Bob bit the pie too soon
And burned his mouth
His yell was heard on the moon
And in the deep south
Why?
Did the Serco cry?
Why?
Did the Valkerie fly?
Why?
Did the trader die?
Why?
Why is the pie so shy?
A dramatic pie, a poem written by Sheean Jabez Jejoma Spoel, (C) 2004 Pat. pending.
Did the Serco cry?
Why?
Did the Valkerie fly?
Why?
Did the trader die?
Why?
Why is the pie so shy?
A dramatic pie, a poem written by Sheean Jabez Jejoma Spoel, (C) 2004 Pat. pending.
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Beautiful! ENCORE ENCORE!
Beautiful! ENCORE ENCORE!
Sheean, how can you patent a poem?
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The Pie!
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The Pie!
Dramatic Pie *Software* Patent: "A way to dramatize something regarding pies on-screen so the user gets dramatic feelings when seeing the on-screen object."
Birdie, birdie in the sky
dropped some whitewash on my eye.
I'm not sad, I don't cry,
I'm just glad that pies don't fly!
dropped some whitewash on my eye.
I'm not sad, I don't cry,
I'm just glad that pies don't fly!
The pie eaters sat
Three to a row
The pies were picked
They were ready to go
Little Billy weighed in
At only one oh three
But he felt he could win
His joining had caused a din
Big Ralph on the corner
The five time champ
Weighing around 280
To pie eating he wasn’t a foreigner
Even some women had joined up
Mrs. Molly Clintucket
a woman of class
Ate pie besides Mrs. Knupp
At the ring of a bell
The eaters dug in
Munching through pie
The stopped at the bottom shell
At the 5 minute mark
Little Billy was in the lead
Five pies in his gut
He was leaving the others in the dark
The timer got to the 9
Billy was still winning
He was feeling all right
The winner would get a swine
It was down to the last chew
Ten seconds left to go
When Little Billy stood up
And started to spew
He spewed on Mrs. Clintucket
She blew chunks into her pie
The crowed was covered in bits of pie
Only a few had managed to duck it
Billy had downed 12 pies
Then blown them over the crowd
Everyone was dowsed in bile
Except a few lucky guys
Little Billy lost the contest
But everyone will remember him
For being like the girl in the Exorcist
When she was possessed
Three to a row
The pies were picked
They were ready to go
Little Billy weighed in
At only one oh three
But he felt he could win
His joining had caused a din
Big Ralph on the corner
The five time champ
Weighing around 280
To pie eating he wasn’t a foreigner
Even some women had joined up
Mrs. Molly Clintucket
a woman of class
Ate pie besides Mrs. Knupp
At the ring of a bell
The eaters dug in
Munching through pie
The stopped at the bottom shell
At the 5 minute mark
Little Billy was in the lead
Five pies in his gut
He was leaving the others in the dark
The timer got to the 9
Billy was still winning
He was feeling all right
The winner would get a swine
It was down to the last chew
Ten seconds left to go
When Little Billy stood up
And started to spew
He spewed on Mrs. Clintucket
She blew chunks into her pie
The crowed was covered in bits of pie
Only a few had managed to duck it
Billy had downed 12 pies
Then blown them over the crowd
Everyone was dowsed in bile
Except a few lucky guys
Little Billy lost the contest
But everyone will remember him
For being like the girl in the Exorcist
When she was possessed
Haiku time:
warm gooey center
surrounded by crusty shell
DIE mouthy player!
..Oh wait, that's not about pie
warm gooey center
surrounded by crusty shell
DIE mouthy player!
..Oh wait, that's not about pie
uh.. urza: http://www.ambrosiasw.com/webboard/Forum10/HTML/011039.html#
.. you or a classmate?
.. you or a classmate?
*sigh* I can't see that link from behind the hefty security I'm under at work, but seeing Ambrosia mentioned makes me wonder if you are comparing me with "forge". If you have been reading 99.9% of my posts on this website, you know that is an unfair comparison.
[Edit: Oh...perhaps I should learn to shut up until I can follow a link, eh?]
[Edit: Oh...perhaps I should learn to shut up until I can follow a link, eh?]
Uh.. heh, dear Forum Moderator. I would never _ever_ think you for "forge". The question was directed at Urza, as a Pie-Poem was recently posted at the AmbSW Banter & Brawl as well.
*me hugs Forum Moderator*
*me hugs Forum Moderator*
me, i felt like sharing wiht the world
YAY! :D