Limericks of the guys in our class part 1

Well, it's alot ruder than what you see here. It's on by request of arthur. It may not even be a real limerick

There's a nerd called Xingyu[pronounced 'you']
whose balls are one too few.
He won't chase girls too cute;
for fear that he will puke.

There is a boy called Shaun
who was addicted to porn
He had a bad constipation
with his 'C' obsession
P.S: namely,
Christine, Cherie and Constipation
the list expands beyonds these Cs

There is a guy called Arthur
Who was quite a bugger,
because he rapped just like a wrapper
so we got him with a bug zapper.

There is a Weefolk called Aaron
who has a crush on Sharon
he never knew about Sauron
or of romance's decorum

There is a man called Clement
he plays a lot of badminton
His grades are as solid as adamant
Earthquakes start at his advent

There is a Liverpool fan
whose name is called Bryan Tan
(according to Shaun)
when Manchester United wins
Bryan Tan could only cringe

Of course these could be done by and to open-minded guys who never mind insulting when they could be insulted themselves.

Then again, this is such a rude form of poetry, i almost regret using it. But the fun is undeniable.

Although i must note that i'm not doing the blog because i have no inspiration and also i am writing in my free time so the blog is out of it. Part 2 may come if I got around to doing it but do comment.

Spectator

I see... walking across the road
Two entwined passions
a dance shared by two.
A smile spread over my face.

My haunting demons taunt me.
Wasn't that She whom you loved
that now she walks with another
that you are left alone

I don't care at all.
I congratulate their passion
Love, it gladdens my heart
I will bless them gladly.

Hypocrite! Hypocrite!
Where was the jealous boy?
who drank fully from the cup of crushed sour grapes.
when his secondary school flame was
being chatted with by a
handsome man?
Hypocrite! Liar! Blasphemer!

Much words can whirl around my head.
They can cut into my heart,
chilling it.

But I laugh it off and sip joy from their passion.
There is greater love and I have been touched by it.
Go girl, be blessed and be happy.

While i retire into this greater Love i have found.

***

I see... a whirlwind in man.
My friend has turned tempest
Estranged, emasculated, enraged
he swings around, screaming his pain
these fearsome lightning bolts fizzle out.
His tormentors are not judged and feel right.
'Tis sad that his friends are his very tormentors.
from his lips, lava flows freely like an artery severed.
No man should, in trying times be without a friend
but he has no one to offer a balm for his wounds.
no nurse to sooth them with kisses or kindness.
the storm flood his insides with despairing rain.
He wishes to die and lay down and the world
would collapse with his fall, his desolation.
His eyes are blinded by his own fury.
The hailstones he let loose has
crushed his own eyes. He
does not see Love. In
suffering, who can
endure without
superhuman
love?

Love is patient, kind and not jealous. Love is not boastful or proud. Love is never irritable, it keeps no record of being wronged, and it rejoices when the truth wins out. Love never gives up, never loses faith, is always hopeful and always endures. Love will last forever.

-Paul of Tarsus' letter to the people of Corinth.

A sonnet for our Gideon

Gideon Chew Ming Kai, the very best pal.
In his actions, 'geelo' maliciousness,
Die-hard God fearing man/hare, (who cares?)
Every bit of him, gentlemanly-ness.
Oi girls, why haven't you went for him?
No one like him is of the crop, cream.

But don't think I or Gideon are gay.
It's just that he is a fantastic hare
Really morally and steady one 'kay?
That guy really shows us all christ-like care
Heaven knows we had how much HAs and Hos.
Dude, for your birthday i draw out my pen
All i have poetry, this I crow.
Yay, you can go lead your 300 men



*alrighty Fleetpaw, that's your birthday sonnet. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
Well, I couldn't think of anything more meaningful to contribute to your possibly heavy stack of presents. (I could give you a chinese bible but...) So for your birthday, I give you a certain gift of time, effort and lameness(some people think it flows out naturally from me, trust me, it takes a little hard work).

I give you your very own birthday sonnet. it's not exactly shakespeare, but take what you can get huh? God bless my hare-y *laughs* buddy.

From Itchypaw.