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[poorhunter78]

There is this guy named Spart, Who is a cunning and witty fart.
He always knows what to say, Sometimes he Ruins ones day.
Some call him names like Slacker, He's even been called a thread Hijacker.
He states his opinion at free will, Like a snowball rollin downhill.
So don't hate him like you stepped in manure, Holler back at him instead of pushing Ignore.

 

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[poorhunter78]

If it don't rhyme it dont count.

 

[savant365]

If it don't rhyme it dont count.

Like "manure" and "ignore"?

 

[spartacus53]

So don't wish him any will ill, he's in it just for the thrill


Some to many don't like me and that's OK
I'm in it for the long haul, there's no other way

So for those of you who think I'm just a silly twit,
I'll see you in your posts and cut you with my wit.

 

[truckinbutch]

If you take Spart to heart
You're really not smart .
If you're unduly stung by his wit
Mebbie you should go back to

 

[Smee]

There once was this guy we called spartacus,

He loved to insult and make fun of us.

Till a poem stopped his laughter,

'cause it belonged in the crapper --

And now the bloke won't even talk to us.

 

[savant365]

I remember the first time I tried it
I was only a kid of fifteen
and even though she was younger than me
she was much more composed and serene.

It was out in the barn I remember
it was the close of a lush summer day
and the evening was scented with clover
and the fragrance of freshly mown hay.

I remember she made no objection
showed no evidence of alarm
for I loved her and she I am certain loved me
since she first came to live at the farm.

She snuggled a little bit closer
and the touch of her body was warm
and my fingers played eagerly over her throat
as she nestled her head on my arm.

Looking back to it now I remember
how I stood while my head seemed to spin
at the thought of the thing I was going to do
not knowing how to begin.

Her soft eyes seemed to rebuke me
for waiting, for being afraid
and even old Nellie our ancient plow horse
looked over the manger and neighed.

Many years have passed since this happened
but I've never forgotten, I vow,
the thrill and the joy I felt as a boy
on the day that I first milked a cow.

 

[Felinepeachy]

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