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Post by Aedh on Sept 5, 2008 23:28:36 GMT -5
Getting ready makes me nervous-- Amber juice would do good service: Prozium!
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Post by Aedh on Nov 12, 2008 14:30:01 GMT -5
Winter weather-- feeling down? This will help you get around: Prozium!!
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Post by marphlets on Nov 12, 2008 19:30:11 GMT -5
Holidays here. raining outside. Emerald City Christmas Prozium!
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Post by Aedh on Nov 14, 2008 1:25:36 GMT -5
Amber liquid clear and bright, Helps one pass the long, dim night--
Glenmorangie! Prozium!!
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Post by Aedh on Nov 14, 2008 1:33:25 GMT -5
To make it more fun, I'll introduce a variant form ... with this as an example.
There once was a Cleric named Preston; At shooting S.O's he was best 'un. His dose then he missed, A Resister he kissed-- And Father's nice floor got all messed on.
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Post by marphlets on Nov 14, 2008 3:44:15 GMT -5
Ha! - messed on.
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Post by Libby on Nov 14, 2008 5:10:04 GMT -5
To make it more fun, I'll introduce a variant form ... with this as an example.There once was a Cleric named Preston; At shooting S.O's he was best 'un. His dose then he missed, A Resister he kissed-- And Father's nice floor got all messed on. Libby like! Very funny *wanders off thinking of EQ limericks*
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Post by Aedh on Nov 14, 2008 13:02:45 GMT -5
There was a young Cleric named Errol, Whose black coat he did like to wear all The time--reading Yeats, While sitting on crates-- but fell off because of John's barrel.
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Post by Mirabilis on Nov 14, 2008 13:04:10 GMT -5
Heehee!! Very good! ;D
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Post by Aedh on Nov 14, 2008 13:41:26 GMT -5
There once was an EG named Aedh, Whose loneliness felt like a plague; But then he met Mira, Who told him, "Now, sirrah, there's life to live--don't be so vague!"
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Post by Mirabilis on Nov 14, 2008 13:55:40 GMT -5
There once was an EG named Aedh, Whose loneliness felt like a plague; But then he met Mira, Who told him, "Now, sirrah, there's life to live--don't be so vague!"Awww....
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Post by Aedh on Nov 14, 2008 14:35:39 GMT -5
There was a Resister named Mary, Who declared, "Feeling's not at all scary! Without it your breath 'S but a clock ticking death; It's Father of whom I'd be-wary!"
Now Jurgen his Mary he trusted; Her faithfulness never was rusted-- 'Til Preston then took her, He kissed her and shook her, Because she was flagrantly busted.
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Post by Aedh on Nov 14, 2008 22:46:27 GMT -5
There once was a student named Robby, Who grassed on his mates as a hobby; He found that his pater Left dosing 'til later, But shot his way through Dupont's lobby.
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Post by Aedh on Nov 18, 2008 17:46:57 GMT -5
There was a young Preston named Lisa, Of whom Jar-Jar said: "Mysa meesa! Libriaasa de place--" Then Clones stomped his face, Thus saving that Preston named Lisa.
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Post by Libby on Nov 19, 2008 14:23:01 GMT -5
I got bored marking Y3 comprehension...
There once was a Cleric named Brandt Set-up by DuPont as a plant. His gun got swapped round, By a sword he was downed And his face ended up on a slant.
There was an Offender called Seamus Whose huge Art collection was famous 'Get your guns, lads!' he cried, When the Sweepers arrived 'Or they'll take us away and then flame us!'
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Post by Mirabilis on Nov 19, 2008 14:25:33 GMT -5
I got bored marking Y3 comprehension... There once was a Cleric named Brandt Set-up by DuPont as a plant. His gun got swapped round, By a sword he was downed And his face ended up on a slant. There was an Offender called Seamus Whose huge Art collection was famous 'Get your guns, lads!' he cried, When the Sweepers arrived 'Or they'll take us away and then flame us!' Heehee!! Time productively spent I think Libby! Bravo! ;D
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Post by Aedh on Nov 19, 2008 14:35:58 GMT -5
Excellent!
There once was a leader called Father Whose lectures were boring--Oh rawther! For his PIU's Everyone had to use-- Resistance types, though, didn't bother.
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Post by Aedh on Nov 20, 2008 17:39:45 GMT -5
There was an officious E.O. Who, once, asked by Preston, said: "No-- I'm afraid that that book Is not here--take a look! The problem is not due to me, yo!"
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Post by Aedh on Nov 21, 2008 14:26:55 GMT -5
There were some black Librian Sweepers Who shot all the poor puppies' keepers; When Preston hid one, they should have just run, But they all got a-round 'tween the peepers.
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Post by Aedh on Apr 10, 2009 8:03:24 GMT -5
Hear a party through your fence? Then report that Sense-Offence! Prozium!
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Post by Aedh on Oct 14, 2009 1:15:28 GMT -5
Now my love is home with me, The daily dose will never be ... Prozium!
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Post by Aedh on Jan 11, 2011 21:01:14 GMT -5
Not Prozium- of EQ-related, but good I think ... a summation of T. S. Eliot's "The Waste Land" in limerick form.
A Phoenician named Phlebas forgot About birds and his business--the lot! But there's no surprise, 'Cuz he'd met his demise, And been left in the ocean to rot.
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