Ah Angela my dear, I wish I could trade poetic lines with you tonight but cannot find a thing in my head that rhymes worth a fart. Just been one of those days.

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I used to be a cruncher like you, then I took an arrow to the knee.

A fellow named Blurf said with glee,
"You mooby guys should look at me.
Exercise has effects,
Why just look at my pecs!
Unlike John's they don't flop and hang free!!!"

Thx Angela!!! I'm honored!!! (bounce)

Win...

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Our Seahawk, you know, is all navy
He's sailed over seas calm and wavy
He knows moobs don't conform
To his dress uniform,
So he says "no" to butter and gravy!

LOL, thats worth a chuckle. :)

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I used to be a cruncher like you, then I took an arrow to the knee.

Angies on the ball tonight.
Putting all other poets to fright.
I'm not going to bite,
And take her on in a fight,
For it's time for my bed...
...Good night.....

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The Kite Fliers

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Kite fliers: An imaginary club of solo members, those who don't yet
belong to a formal team so "fly their own kites" - as the saying goes.

Our Nick yawns and says he's sleepy.
He can't stay and rhyme on with me.
I suppose he knows best
When his moobs need a rest,
And so from this battle he'll flee.

I'm not going to try and out compete Angela,
even though My tank is full from dinner
(fish sticks & fries w/ketchup).

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The T1 Trust, PRR T1 Class 4-4-4-4 #5550, 1 of America's First HST's

It's past 3 AM here in the UK
Time for me to lay down on the hay.
No time for a trundle,
Even less for a bundle!
This we'll leave for another Friday.

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The Kite Fliers

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Kite fliers: An imaginary club of solo members, those who don't yet
belong to a formal team so "fly their own kites" - as the saying goes.

Our Vic had a dinner first class
Of French fries and maybe fried bass
He does not care to rhyme
About moobs at this time
And his dinner did NOT give him gas!

If I found a dime,
would it truely be mine.
Would it be a mark of time,
to make me think all is fine.
This story has a funny line,
of sailors and the salty brine.
Just don't make me try to rhyme,
some things are pure crime.

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I used to be a cruncher like you, then I took an arrow to the knee.

Our Vic had a dinner first class
Of French fries and maybe fried bass
He does not care to rhyme
About moobs at this time
And his dinner did NOT give him gas!

But I do feel a bit like Le Gas Bag...

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The T1 Trust, PRR T1 Class 4-4-4-4 #5550, 1 of America's First HST's

If I found a dime,
would it truely be mine.
Would it be a mark of time,
to make me think all is fine.
This story has a funny line,
of sailors and the salty brine.
Just don't make me try to rhyme,
some things are pure crime.

When you sail upon seas that are salty
It MUST give you logic that's faulty...
If you found a dime
It would SURELY be thine
To spend on some beer that is malty!

Our Angie on Vic she picks,
Cos he's filled himself up with fish sticks.
She cagoules him to spar,
To take her on.."ha-ha"
Angie is up to her tricks...

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The Kite Fliers

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Kite fliers: An imaginary club of solo members, those who don't yet
belong to a formal team so "fly their own kites" - as the saying goes.

Angela dear I don't want to fight,
I'm all afright of your rhyming might.
At you I might shout and bellow,
but of late I've become to mellow.
Lets just trade some words of mirth,
and hope Eric doesn't care if we flirt.

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I used to be a cruncher like you, then I took an arrow to the knee.

Our Angie on Vic she picks,
Cos he's filled himself up with fish sticks.
She cagoules him to spar,
To take her on.."ha-ha"
Angie is up to her tricks...

I would NEVER pick on Vic,
To me he's like a brother!!!
Of all the cruchers in these woods
He's surely like no other.

I must explain my poem, you see
It made more sense before...
Vic edited his post a bit
And changed the meaning more!

I swear to you, he talked of gas!
I saw it with my eyes
After I did my limerick
It changed, to my surprise.

I guess I should have copied it
It was a funny post...
Hey Victor, won't you change it back?
I liked the first post most!!!

Angela dear I don't want to fight,
I'm all afright of your rhyming might.
At you I might shout and bellow,
but of late I've become to mellow.
Lets just trade some words of mirth,
and hope Eric doesn't care if we flirt.

My husband, though he loves me true,
Does not much care what I may do
Why I could flirt all day and night
And he would say, "Well, that's alright."

As a scientist he's not miffed
If I sometimes run adrift
Just as long as we all know
Eric's moobs are "best in show"!!!

Our Angie on Vic she picks,
Cos he's filled himself up with fish sticks.
She cagoules him to spar,
To take her on.."ha-ha"
Angie is up to her tricks...

I would NEVER pick on Vic,
To me he's like a brother!!!
Of all the cruchers in these woods
He's surely like no other.

I must explain my poem, you see
It made more sense before...
Vic edited his post a bit
And changed the meaning more!

I swear to you, he talked of gas!
I saw it with my eyes
After I did my limerick
It changed, to my surprise.

I guess I should have copied it
It was a funny post...
Hey Victor, won't you change it back?
I liked the first post most!!!

I'm sorry I didn't realize You liked it so much,
so here's the gas from this zeppelin's cache...

I'm out of gas, even though My tank is full from dinner(fish sticks & fries w/ketchup).

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The T1 Trust, PRR T1 Class 4-4-4-4 #5550, 1 of America's First HST's

I refuse to do a poem with the word "moobs" in it.
The poets of old must be turning in thier collective graves.

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I used to be a cruncher like you, then I took an arrow to the knee.

I've no worries of the past,
all those things wouldn't last.
Lifes a story that moves fast,
and we're just characters of its cast.

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I used to be a cruncher like you, then I took an arrow to the knee.

Dear, I think you should be knowing,
That my moobs, I won't be showing.
About your flirting I worry not,
Because even you have surely thought,
About the path our breasts are taking
O'er this course our planet's making.
Even though you I do adore,
your boobs are heading for the floor.

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