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There was an Elf who remains nameless
Whose
searches for fey wine were aimless
After some glasses, and pleasing the
masses,
This Elf was then no longer fameless.
Tizer 25Jan97 |
I knows a dead guy named Laer,
who always sets fire to his
hair.
So's I said to him, as 'nother flame did gout,
hey Laer, you
big dummy, put yourself out!"
Kaliastros 26Jan97 |
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Though often compared with a snail
My prompt timing has
never failed
Now back from vacation, a happy crustacean
I wade my way
through all the mail
Tizer 22Feb97 |
The gates have been closed for awhile
Humans wait there
single file
That news is no shock, those fools I still mock,
And on my
face there's still a smile.
Tizer 27Feb97 |
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Stop this madness with poems my Friends.
You rhyme on and
on with no ends.
It is making me wince, and I have to dispense,
A plea
that stop with your sends!
GreySavant 28Feb97 |
AOL has become a deceiver,
Of this I am a firm believer.
But the real truth be known,
and I believe can be shown,
We're all
suffering from a bout of cabin fever!
VonWildcat 28Feb97 |
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All of you making this verse
are just making it bad and
what's worse
I can't stop this rhyming, It's killing my timing
Limericks are now but a curse!
SwordMagus 28Feb97 |
There was an elf maid Nalynn
She claimed she never did sin
But once in the moors
she was caught with her drawers
'Round her knees
and wearin' a grin
Vailant 1Mar97 |
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Jared is quite unpredictable
His trips and his falls
inexplicable
He claims he is old, yet his actions are bold
and his
heart is forever most fickable
Tizer 1Mar97 |
Silly old elf, Jared Syn
Thinks he bites the hand of Lady
Nalynn
In a cry of surprise, he declares "I surmise
That it
tastes just a bit like spoiled gin."
Jared Syn 1Mar97 |
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There once was an elven priest, GreySavant
All the Realm's
taverns he did haunt
And if he saw a skirt, He'd grovel in the dirt
'Til finally he got what he want.
Vailant 2March97 |
You know something is amiss
When the Grey Company's little
bliss,
With Rhyming has turned, around with a word,
But this fun I
never could miss.
My first day and I'm running around,
Meeting with friends Newfound,
But soon you will see, how it will me,
having someone like me abound.
Rayella 8Mar97 |
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What do my wondering eyes see,
A sight that cannot be,
Butt in the air, He's got lots of flair,
My god, he's impersonating a bee.
Riklaun 8Mar97 |
Yes, 'tis safe to bet,
the rhythm I am quick to get,
for it is fun, rhyming with the pun,
but trust me.. I'm not finished yet.
Rayella 9Mar97 |
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There once was a man named Jared,
Whose Ogre meat he never
did Shared,
But oh he was fun, When drunk off his bum,
and his jokes
did have.... some... merit
Rayella 9Mar97 |
There was a young lady named Ravine,
Who thought that with
guys she was keen,
But when hit with a haste,
Which having aged her
grace,
The guys are no where to be seen!
Bloodglade 10Mar97 |
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Please ignore my uncouth friend Glade,
Of manners, he has
none I'm afraid,
As feebed as he is, he'd n'er pass a quiz,
Or even
remember his name!
VonWildcat 10Mar97 |
I bow to Grand Sire Bloodglade,
A name he forgets without
aid.
He scowls at the youth,
With his broken ole' tooth.
Sips
prune juice while others get laid.
Brisid 10Mar97 |
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Grand Sire suggested a way
To totally mess up his day.
Dip
crutches in oil,
Hide false teeth to foil,
And switch denture creme for
BenGay.
Brisid 10Mar97 |
An elf named Nalynn is she,
With words she is quite free,
Her
wit is sharp,
she does not eat carp,
So though best just let her be.
Rayella 12Mar97 |
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There was a Preist named Grey,
There is NO way he could be
Gay,
For you can see he,
With pretty girls, three,
Flirting and
drinking his fey...
Rayella 12Mar97 |
Poor Brian is stuck in a pit,
With no way to get out of it,
We
stand here perplexed,
While he's down there vexed,
And getting more
worried by the minute!
VonWildcat 13Mar97 |
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Brian Fergy was in a hole,
and he looks quite like a mole,
sitting
in the ground,| with dirt all around,
he's thanking the gods we're not
trolls.
Rayella 14Mar97 |
Riklaun persists in his puns,
Jokes he spits out by the
tons.
Most will make you groan,
Elicit a moan-
Only few are number ones.
Brisid 18Mar97 |
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I know in my heart that we are right,
And we shall win
Errandir's Plight,
We'll have to be smart,
But Bladesinging's the Art,
That
will bring down our foes in the fight!
VonWildcat 18Mar97
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Of an Elf named Nal I am fond,
Even though my new cloak is
now gone..,
of rhymes and riddles,
she is always in the middle,
as
long as she's not in a pond....
Rayella 21Mar97 |
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Ther's an elf named lady ravine,
she really isn't quite
mean,
I like her a lot,
when she's on the spot,
and I wonder if she
likes whipped cream.
Rayella 23Mar97 |
Fabled treasure of Whipped Cream--
The taste is nothing but supreme.
Elves go search in bands,
Into
dangerous lands,
While cream is closer than they deem.
Brisid 24Mar97 |
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Whipped Cream would be wondrous I deem,
Especially with two as a team,
But I know a trick,
that you may
think is sick,
I'd like to try it with Chocolate Chip Mint Ice Cream!
VonWildcat 25Mar97 |
Rayella sat in a chair,
Wondering how did she dare,
Set
into motion,
such a commotion,
what about those cream bottles in her
lair...
Rayella 25Mar97 |
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