A Poem

[RWGR]

You might think this was a poem written by one of history's greatest poets of love. Not so. You may think these are lines taken from a Shakespearean tragedy. 'Tis not.


These are my words. My poem. To Nightingale:


There once was a nurse
Who kept my heart in her purse
I thought about her night and day
I’m not sure she felt the same way

I’d crawl over hot coals
Just to bring her a flower
I’d eat a billion worms, if she wanted
No matter how bitter or sour

No one can imagine the pain in my heart
It’s crumbled like blue cheese- It’s fallen apart
My affections go unnoticed by God’s lovely nurse
They may as well take away my heart in a hearse

[The Handyman]

For someone who is so good at witty, sarcastic responses; I'll give you some advice pal, ...... you suck as a poet, ..... sorry to break the news to you, .....

[RWGR]

For someone who is so good at witty, sarcastic responses; I'll give you some advice pal, ...... you suck as a poet, ..... sorry to break the news to you, .....

Alas, your words wound, but do not kill. I have found my calling as a poet; a modern-day Robert Frost or Ernest Hemingway.



"Words That Wound", by RWGR

Doth thou knowest of this Handyman?
I believe he's from Afghanistan
First with a gun, he will not
But with vicious words come his shot

Loved by few, hated by many
His fashion sense tells us he loves J.C. Penney
Quick with a rebuttal, or offensive joke
Life's burdens seem much too heavy a yoke

A foe of RWGR? Or friend, which he has many?
His rudeness worth little, not even a penny
From his mouth cometh words, so loud and so shrill
His words, they will wound, but they never shall kill

[The 6th Member Of AC/DC]

Alas, your words wound, but do not kill. I have found my calling as a poet; a modern-day Robert Frost or Ernest Hemingway.



"Words That Wound", by RWGR

Doth thou knowest of this Handyman?
I believe he's from Afghanistan
First with a gun, he will not
But with vicious words come his shot

Loved by few, hated by many
His fashion sense tells us he loves J.C. Penney
Quick with a rebuttal, or offensive joke
Life's burdens seem much too heavy a yoke

A foe of RWGR? Or friend, which he has many?
His rudeness worth little, not even a penny
From his mouth cometh words, so loud and so shrill
His words, they will wound, but they never shall kill

Now you are making him think lol

[nightingale]

His poem was better than mine.

[Super Gram]

The first one really does suck.

But you are spot on with second.

Conratulations

[The 6th Member Of AC/DC]

His poem was better than mine.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dc2Z7CL4Cv0

[RWGR]

His poem was better than mine.

Unless God creates it, nothing can be better than you.

Ever.















EVER.

[RWGR]

The first one really does suck.

But you are spot on with second.

Conratulations

Thanketh youeth

[The 6th Member Of AC/DC]

Blasphemy

[The Handyman]

Alas, your words wound, but do not kill. I have found my calling as a poet; a modern-day Robert Frost or Ernest Hemingway.

Closer to Homer Simpson, ....

[The Handyman]

Man of Mystery - by The Handyman

RWGR is one of many names,
This poster uses to play his games,
A summer spent drinking ale and beer,
Has left him with a salty tear.

From another country, he calls home,
More likely Athens, or even maybe Rome,
He rides an eagle on the wing,
A poet not, ...should try to sing.

Respect he doesn't, the likes of Morris,
But demands of him, as goes the chorus,
He's quick to use the word "translation",
but suffers more from constipation.

His Stars and Stripes he waves and heaves,
Not knowing that it falls like leaves,
And on the ground where it should stay,
It is the terror of it's day.

A teacher maybe, a poet not,
His students often smell the rot,
Of stale bologna found in his snack,
Caused from his hatred of Barrack.

He boasts and praises the US way,
But soon he'll find one sunny day,
Canucks are best at most they do,
We help our friends, we do not screw.

He thinks he's king, of this he's sure,
He suffers from which there is no cure,
He hopes a nurse will sponge his skin,
But I fear her patience, it wears thin.

Alas this poor forsaken soul,
He pines for us to take control,
Of his thoughts, his mind, his body,
Whilst we suffer his poems, so shoddy.

[RWGR]

Amateur

[The Handyman]

Amateur

Translation: ..... damn I wish I hadn't started this thread,.....

[RWGR]

Translation: ..... damn I wish I hadn't started this thread,.....

"Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery"

[The Handyman]

"Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery"

When you recognize it, ....

[Soundbear]

Amateur

An amateur rhymes the way both you guys do.

Keep trying.

[lynys]

How DARE you???????

[The 6th Member Of AC/DC]

An amateur rhymes the way both you guys do.

Keep trying.

Personal attack!!

[official soonet pu$$ycat]

Roses are red, violets are blue
And this cat effing rocks.