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founder's forum rules

Posted: Wed May 14, 2003 8:49 am
by high_coup
new board protocol
KingGod rules with iron fist
wherefore our freedom?

Posted: Wed May 14, 2003 8:54 am
by meg
Wherefore not your freedom?

Try limericks, they're catchier.

Posted: Wed May 14, 2003 10:02 am
by mandy
"There once was a girl from Seattle..."

2/5

Posted: Wed May 14, 2003 10:32 am
by Merlin
"...caught up in a rhymable battle..."

Posted: Wed May 14, 2003 11:10 am
by royal
"...She questioned our freedom
said 'Down with Haikus!
Lim'ricks will not make us cattle.' "

Posted: Wed May 14, 2003 1:47 pm
by meg
"Freedom" and "Haikus" don't rhyme very well!

Posted: Wed May 14, 2003 3:32 pm
by royal
meg wrote:"Freedom" and "Haikus" don't rhyme very well!
very well = not at all, eh?

I was aiming for the “cattle” rhyme with “battle” and “seattle”.

Excuse my limerick ignorance, I was an art major.

How about

“...She questioned our freedom,
said ‘catchy will lead ’em,
Lim’ricks will not make us cattle.’ ”

There. :)

Posted: Wed May 14, 2003 7:25 pm
by meg
Much better.

+5 points.

NEXT!

Posted: Wed May 14, 2003 10:31 pm
by John
You denizens chafe at my rules,
"Delete" is but one of my tools.
A childish thread,
as a wise man once said,
is like a beard on a duck.

Posted: Thu May 15, 2003 5:24 am
by meg
Hey, "tools" and "duck" don't...

oh, hell. You people! Your poetry!

Posted: Thu May 15, 2003 7:53 am
by grant
'Twas in the twilit city streets, the anarchist and I
Would often walk, the best to talk away from listening ear
For in those times, the loose-lipp'd thought could loose the bonds of fear
And surveillance trumped our common sense, with all this might imply.

"When suspicion shackles trust," he cried, “An epiphany draws near,
“For those who closely watch the Law will see its essence bared
“The nasty, brutish nature is not Man’s, but Law’s -- Beware!
“The constable is now our King! Our rights are commandeered!”

I gazed upon his bitter face, and could not help but smile,
The constable was with us then, reflected in his eyes.
No substance had the policeman, except within his bile.
For I was free, and he was free, if he would but arise
To seize the truth that few dared think since e’er the world began…
It is not Man who makes the rules, but rules that make the Man.

Posted: Thu May 15, 2003 8:06 am
by Merlin
God, these are all so much better than mine:

Haiku for The Banned Guy
Pick one username;
Try to act like a grown-up;
Stop wasting my time.

Posted: Thu May 15, 2003 8:26 am
by grant
Merlin wrote:God, these are all so much better than mine
Petrarchian, old fellow. The Japanese forms are all well and good, but they can leave you feeling a bit hungry after. Nothing like a European form to stick to the ribs.

Posted: Thu May 15, 2003 11:16 am
by Unremarkable
Merlin wrote:God, these are all so much better than mine:

Haiku for The Banned Guy
Pick one username;
Try to act like a grown-up;
Stop wasting my time.
Wait, who's the "Banned Guy"

p.s. nice haiku! (no, I'm not brown nosing!) ;)

Posted: Thu May 15, 2003 11:48 am
by Merlin
Unremarkable wrote:Wait, who's the "Banned Guy"
One of the kids got ejected from the pool for a couple days.
/bad cop

Posted: Thu May 15, 2003 11:51 am
by grant
You put the kibosh on a bounder? Good show!

Posted: Thu May 15, 2003 9:07 pm
by high_coup
twenty four hour ban
punishment does not fit crime
down with censorship

Posted: Fri May 16, 2003 6:55 pm
by BladeRunner
Dude, it's suppose to be a gentlemen's agreement type thing. He's not exactly going to send you to siberia, though if you can't handle that, then maybe you shouldn't return. He asked for a certain level of respect, that you seem unwilling to abide by.

Chill out, he wrote a constitution for the board, not declare martial law.

Posted: Fri May 16, 2003 11:09 pm
by John
everyone can come
the only bad word is stop
staff has mad power

A rondeau.

Posted: Tue May 20, 2003 7:23 am
by grant
This high coup might topple Princes
Though lonely word rarely convinces
Those who hardly feel oppressed;
So cries of "foul" seem, well, obsessed --
(Though points are won by eloquences)

Where one man's brief survey evinces
Proof of tyranny, he winces,
and counts his syllables, distressed
(though metrically precisely dressed,
This high coup).

But tart as Merlin's jellied quinces
Come quick retorts; some say, "Mince his
Form, but leave his fears unaddressed."
But John, the Uncaused Cause, has blessed
Polite dissent -- away he rinses
This high coup.