The Shoutbox
Ladies and gentlemen, the poetry stylings of a young Yoda...

There once was a team called the Steelers
But they were never actually stealers
They play football
I like football
But I don't like to write limericks.
I wrote a limerick about the Steelers in 5th grade for reading class. Considering I was 10, it didn't completely suck.
There once was a boy from 'Slyvania,
whose words were so sharp they could maim ya',
And every day,
The people'd all say,
He's a MoFo but smart all the same-uh.


ERR...
Yeah.
Happy birthday The Amazing Chrisskins.
I'm trying to write a very special birthday limerick in Yoda-speak, but it's damn difficult.
Don't play with my words, Chris. It's unseemly.
Originally Posted by Mary Loquacious
I claim to be a poet
You were saying?
Hey, it fit. Sort of.

I never claimed to be a poet.
Matt-ucker?
To busy to reply to what? Huh? HUH?!
Apparently, the hearing is the first thing to go...

Happy birthday, Chris, you old bastard (not to impune Linda's good name, o' course--I just couldn't think of anything funny to call you that didn't cast aspersions on your parentage).
There once was a boy named Matt-ucker
Who made sweet love to his pet-ucker
It was caught on tape
The police cried, "Rape!"
And he went to jail as a cat f*cker.
Howdy everyone that isn't Chris, who was apparently too busy to reply.
To busy to reply to what? Huh? HUH?!