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Yay! Competitions!

also, I am a flower

Had no idea what to use as your face, so...

Simon Cowell

On Michael Mcintyre's head?

Madness.

The flower is fine q:

When i look at it on the body, it kind of looks like a wolfs head or some animal if you look at it a certain way lol

Now the secret I'm a bird is out 🙁

In response to:
http://i.imgur.com/qZGqnWr.png
I feel I’ve been late
To this party of three.
Don’t worry, its okay
‘cuz the best I’ll still be.

My rhymes are the baddest,
WayneKerr can’t compete.
Just hand him a mike
And watch him fall at my feet.

Lancer four fifty
Is a great politician,
But I won’t beg him to die,
I’ll leave him to do the wishin’

Come on and try again,
But don’t say I didn’t warn you.
John’s lines are the best
You can’t deny that it’s all true.

Poetry eh? So I have to dress up and write girly stuff with a quill?

Now this is the story all about how
My life got flipped, turned upside down
And I'd like to take a minute just sit right there
I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel-air

In west Philadelphia born and raised
On the playground where I spent most of my days
Chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool
And all shooting some b-ball outside of the school
When a couple of guys, they were up to no good
Started making trouble in my neighbourhood
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
And said "You're moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel-air"

I whistled for a cab and when it came near the
License plate said "fresh" and had a dice in the mirror
If anything I could say that this cab was rare
But I thought nah, forget it, yo homes to Bel-air!

I pulled up to a house about seven or eight
And I yelled to the cabby "Yo, homes smell you later!"
Looked at my kingdom I was finally there
To sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-air

Wow, you truly are a fresh prince producing such original and articulate verse. Wayne I tilt my cap to you sir

Just a quick one off the top of my head...

Turn my mic up louder, I got to say somethin'
Lightweight step it aside when we comin'
Feel it in your chest, the syllables get pumpin’
People on the street, they panic and start runnin’

Words on loose leaf sheet complete comin’
I jump on my mind, I summon the rhyme I'm dumpin’
Healin' the blind, I promise to let the sun in
Sick of the dark ways, we march to the drummin’

Jump when they tell us they want to see jumpin’
F*** that! I want to see some fists pumpin’
Risk somethin', take back what's yours
Say somethin' that you know they might attack you for

‘Cause I'm sick of bein' treated like I have before
Like I'm stupid standin’ for what I'm standin’ for
Like this war's really just a different brand of war
Like it doesn't cater to rich and abandon poor

Like they understand you in the back of the jet
When you can't put gas in your tank
These ******* are laughin’ their way to the bank and cashin' the check
Askin' you to have compassion and have some respect

For a leader so nervous in an obvious way
Stutterin’ and mumblin’ for nightly news to replay
And the rest of the world watchin’ at the end of the day
In their livin’ room laughin’ like, "What did he say?"

Is that Linkin' Park? Or am I thinking of another band?

What is…. the night?


The night is a charred silhouette, in beautiful comparison to the ever-orbiting earth

The night is an infinite darkness, letting live a thousand terrors that defy the likes of names

The night is blank canvas; ready to bear the very threshold of mans realm

It is a fight among a war, a flame among a ragging fire

The night is filled with peacefulness; it will soon cease to exist

It is an immortal story, thrust from star to star, never ending, nor begging, always

/me waits for Horice.

On eRepublic, it's a game
Where Rob Reid, is my name
I'm a member of, the T-U-P
And in the Legion, is where you'll find me

I read the newspaper, of the Home Affair
And boy was I, in for a scare
There it was, a poetry contest
So I thought I may as well, give it my best

So I sat down, and I wrote a song
Then I thought "No that's all wrong"
I simply said "that's not right"
And then proceeded, to work, train and fight

Then I did this poem, 'cos that's what they want
And I typed it up, in size 12 font
Now you may think, that rhyme was a bit obscure
But it's all I had, oh shit... door

So anyway, while I was writing it down
I saw King Woldy, in his eUK crown
And I thought to myself "it'd be a sin"
It really would be, to not put him in

So into the poem, that's where he went
Now I expect, a donation to be sent
From him over to me, but what should it be?
Maybe some food, tat's quality three

I could thank you for this, or even for that
But I want to thank you for, the fact that you've sat
Here and read this, although you're thinking along
This would have probably been better, had it been a song

*that's (5th last line)

Can't have my poetic excellence brought down by a typo

Zaphod's entry:

: There once was one Jimi Hendrix
: Who had a dodgy appendix
: One night in the street
: Whilst listening to the beat
: It was ripped out and eaten by a phoenix

: BigAnt, BigAnt is a c***
: I wish I could kill the little runt
: Woldy is our king
: He could not save a single thing
: Woldy was born in a bin

: There once was a boy called Sir Nick
: He was an awfully big p***k
: He liked to buy votes
: and was like 'its great totes'
: until Klurr stamped on his d**k

Zaphod Jerry plays the clarinet (bass)
Zaphod He likes to lift it up to his face
Zaphod It aint very pretty
Zaphod makes me feel hitty
Zaphod until he reminds me he is of Aryan race

Roses are Red
Violets are Blue
I want to snuggle with keers
and his economics policys too

Why I keep logging on

Why do I waste, all of this time
Logging on to this, sordid hobby of mine
Where all I can think of is ‘Click, Click, Click, Click’
And even after tanking, Klurr wont suck my

Missile silo

This obsessive compunction, to continue to play
Is doing nothing but simply, draining my days
I sit and wonder why I still do
It dawns on me, this game is nothing but

Q1 Weapons

Yet the community continues, to rally around
This game that they protect, with a love so profound
So to people that continue to play just in jest
I need to get something off my

LT Pics

This fiction that you can do, whatever you choose
Shows that you give no value, have nothing to lose
In this community that we call the eUnited K
You’ve shown that you don’t give 2 hoots, you

WayneKerr’s

To the rest of the people that love to make friends
We can continue to chat, laugh and make amends
The eUK is a society built from a crazy bunch of (.)(.)
But me, yes I love you, even though you can act like the

French .

Madacaion Poem above

Plato...Plato...Oh Plato
Sucking..Fcuking...Frigging
Burn in hell for these warnings
Plato...Plato...Oh Plato