Rusty's Poem Shack

[poWerbOy]

ok..........a little picky aren't we?
it WAS free.

[Chandler]

Original post by: poWerbOy
Message:

I love pants.
Sometimes i feel bad for ants because they can't wear pants.
--Charles Edward Thompson
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It's actually more like:

I love pants.
Sometimes I feel bad for ants
Because they can't wear pants.

Just a little thing about the lines.

And here I thought the poem was "I like pants."

[Trent DeWhite]

Indeed, you've got the right title, Chandler.

I Like Pants

I put on pants every day
To go to school or to play
I like pants

Sometimes I wear pants of blue
Or brown to go with my shoe
I like pants

Sometimes I feel sorry for ants (or is it aunts?)
Because they can't wear pants
I like pants

Pants cover my legs so I can go
Without them I would be cold I know
I like pants
I like them so

[Rusty Gordon]

Hey, get yer own thread.

Here's an example of my work, two lovely originals.

Before the Rain...drops

The trees gently swaying,
gently swaying in the breeze.

the leaves rustle over me,
sitting in it's cool shade.

birds flutter around,
and butterflies abound.

the sweet smell of daffodils floats in the air,
rabbits go by in a quick hippity hop.

so it is just me and the tree,
swaying in the breeze,

the blue sky above, with clouds lazily float bye.
I hum a tune, and don't quite know why.

Then I feel a presence of something greater than I,
then run to the house quickly so that I'll stay dry.

here is a small piece if my Epic poem from school,

From; The Nobel Female Ruler

Melka swore as she pounded at the door,
then she stopped, and listened,
to something she never heard before.

When Neve had landed in the hay,
she sat up and began to pray.

Hail Mary full of Grace,
Come save us from this awful place,
LORD Jesus open this door,
and take us back to where we were before...

[J-man]

Uh rusty?
are those your original poems?
I have good reason to beleive that they aren't. Sings the rusty is a scam artist song
*hopes he doesn't get pounded by Rusty*

[EK]

RUSTY those ARENT your poems

[Andrea Meltsner]

Hey, get yer own thread.

Here's an example of my work, two lovely originals.

Before the Rain...drops

The trees gently swaying,
gently swaying in the breeze.

the leaves rustle over me,
sitting in it's cool shade.

birds flutter around,
and butterflies abound.

the sweet smell of daffodils floats in the air,
rabbits go by in a quick hippity hop.

so it is just me and the tree,
swaying in the breeze,

the blue sky above, with clouds lazily float bye.
I hum a tune, and don't quite know why.

Then I feel a presence of something greater than I,
then run to the house quickly so that I'll stay dry.

here is a small piece if my Epic poem from school,

From; The Nobel Female Ruler

Melka swore as she pounded at the door,
then she stopped, and listened,
to something she never heard before.

When Neve had landed in the hay,
she sat up and began to pray.

Hail Mary full of Grace,
Come save us from this awful place,
LORD Jesus open this door,
and take us back to where we were before...

RUSTY! You snilvling theif! I have it in my mind to hurt you really bad, dont you think I wont! You deserve it too! mumbles something really nasty under her breath...

Eugene Blackgaard, thank you for telling me...you get a special reward!

[EK]

Eugene Blackgaard told you?

[Eugene Blackgaard]

I noticed Rusty altered some of her poems here, and posted the heads up in her poem thread. Tsk Tsk. Rusty.

Special Reward?

[Andrea Meltsner]

Eugene Blackgaard told you?

it was eithe him or you, I looked to fast to see which Eugene it reall was.

[EK]

ahg i see it the EB has avenged once again HURAH

[Alleycat]

Hey, get yer own thread.

Here's an example of my work, two lovely originals.

Before the Rain...drops

The trees gently swaying,
gently swaying in the breeze.

the leaves rustle over me,
sitting in it's cool shade.

birds flutter around,
and butterflies abound.

the sweet smell of daffodils floats in the air,
rabbits go by in a quick hippity hop.

so it is just me and the tree,
swaying in the breeze,

the blue sky above, with clouds lazily float bye.
I hum a tune, and don't quite know why.

Then I feel a presence of something greater than I,
then run to the house quickly so that I'll stay dry.

here is a small piece if my Epic poem from school,

From; The Nobel Female Ruler

Melka swore as she pounded at the door,
then she stopped, and listened,
to something she never heard before.

When Neve had landed in the hay,
she sat up and began to pray.

Hail Mary full of Grace,
Come save us from this awful place,
LORD Jesus open this door,
and take us back to where we were before...

Get LOST rusty!

[Sonny C Rathbne Doyle]

I'm sellin' one. It says...

What is snot?
Blah blah blah blah.

[Hakeber BC Rathbne Doyle]

Super! What did mummy tell you about writing about nose poo, and snot?

[NatetheGreat]

Rusty is actualy posting? Cool! Hey, Rusty, I'll take a poum.

[dancer02248]

that's not Rusty, it's SUPER

[Eugene Blackgaard]

that's not Rusty, it's SUPER

Don't blame him for mixing em up.

[dancer02248]

i wasn't blamming him...just letting him know!!

[Fenix]

write me a poem about Connie K then i ll give u your money. But it has to be up to my satisfaction

[Hakeber BC Rathbne Doyle]

Curiousity in Connie's hands
Really really really tends
To be an irritater
Espescially to Eugene Meltsner
Stop!Stop!Stop!Refrian!
Stop playing this curiosity game!
THe happy day it will be
When Connie says "Who cares let it be".