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November 08, 2007

Lag

by Kris Dibou, warrior poet/pirate


The cowboy said 'Draw your piece'
And he blew me all to rags;
My gun went off when he had left,
I die while Linden lags.

I flew into a secured land,
I had 1 minute to pack my bags;
Now I'm banned from my friend's land,
Alone while Linden lags.

The pirates will do battle today,
My cursor zigs and zags;
But my avatar will not move,
I sink while Linden lags.

Weddings are a disaster here,
The groom freezes, the bride nags;
He said 'I do' after she had left,
They part while Linden lags.

My car sat at the starting line,
Bling flew from my new mags;
My pink slip gone before I moved,
I walk while Linden lags.

When Armaggedon finally comes
And we all wear body tags;
I will still be at my keyboard,
Left here while Linden lags.


copyright (c) 2007 - Kris Dibou - used by the gracious permission of the author.

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Comments

To start with God said, "Let's have light."
He divided the wrong from the right.
He then made a garden,
Gave Adam a hard on,
And said, "You'll find Eve before night".


Kris... for our sake. Please LOG OUT NOW.

LOL @ "Posted by SLHerald on November 08, 2007 at 07:07 PM in Herald Literary Suppository"

Are you telling us to shove it up our arses?

Well done, Kris. Good effort. It's a little surprising that no one has tried to write another stanza using an offensive term for Furnation residents.

anyone got any other words that rhyme with 'lags'?

this poetry is reminiscent of sheep *dags*
this poetry could only be written by someone who never *shags*
this poetry must have been drawn straight out of *shitbags*
after reading this poetry everyone *gags*
to write poetry this bad you would have to be on your *rags*

Now this is good.

coco

GreenLantern, here you go...

PN came and lulzed it up,
yelled "yiff in hell furfag";
Lolcubes spawn, crash the sim
I freeze as Linden Lags.

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