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General Forums => The O' Club => Topic started by: ap1102 on May 03, 2012, 06:42:38 PM
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Here I sit broke and battered
My plane of choice is torn and tattered
I upped a spit to save the day
and got called a spit dweeb
for upping that way
I engaged 4 cons above the field
they twisted and turned and refused to yield
I shot down three but before I knew it
the fourth was on my six, I think I blew it
I cried in vain "wheres the help?"
I began to split S and continued to yelp
My plaintive cries brought no friends
so I guess I"ll just have to up again...........
EZRhino 2012
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There once was a man from nantucket..... errrr ummmm nevermind :uhoh
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OP gets
:rofl :rofl :rofl :rofl :rofl
That's right folks, a 5 out of 5!
Zoom better post a pretty lady.
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Poetry is the last refuge of the bearded, cricket hating sodomite.
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roses are red,
violets are blue,
my name is dave,
this poem makes no sence,
refrigerator.
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In the steamy, sensual rivercave of my mind
I stumble, I stagger, I stammer
Like some crazy South Korean circus clown
Lost, lonely, lifeless, laconically lazy
Marooned, marooned
I'm on a lagoon
I am an island
I am an isthmus
I come from Bermuda
I don't believe in Christmas
look out oh sinister holy man
look out oh righteous Bolshevik
I care no longer for your petty problems
I make my own decisions now
Today I laugh, I joke, I chitter chatter chitter
But tomorrow, tomorrow I go to Phillip Island
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In the steamy, sensual rivercave of my mind
I stumble, I stagger, I stammer
Like some crazy South Korean circus clown
Lost, lonely, lifeless, laconically lazy
Marooned, marooned
I'm on a lagoon
I am an island
I am an isthmus
I come from Bermuda
I don't believe in Christmas
look out oh sinister holy man
look out oh righteous Bolshevik
I care no longer for your petty problems
I make my own decisions now
Today I laugh, I joke, I chitter chatter chitter
But tomorrow, tomorrow I go to Phillip Island
Praise Jehova
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There was a young man from St. Claire
Who was banging his wife on the stair.
The bannister broke, so he doubled his stroke.
And finished her off in midair.
:cheers: Oz
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There was a young man from St. Claire
Who was banging his wife on the stair.
The bannister broke, so he doubled his stroke.
And finished her off in midair.
:cheers: Oz
:rofl
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leave it to the guy from joisey to drag this thread into the gutter..............lol
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I was here
Oh dear
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Here I sit Broken Hearted,
Tried to Sh*t but only farted.
unknown urinal composer
:bolt:
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Here I sit Broken Hearted,
Tried to Sh*t but only farted.
unknown urinal composer
:bolt:
Here I sit in stinky vapor,
for someone used the last of the toilet paper.
Shall I stay, shall I linger,
or shall I be forced to use my finger.
:devil
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The XO screamed, quite perturb'd
Tried to take off, but only got Whirb'd
I winged over for a look, and what did I see
streams of angry tracers flashed by my IID
I barreled down, gave the throttle a chop
skidded to the left, took one in the prop
I turned dead on him, my fate already sealed
tracking my moves, his lethal battery wheeled
I slammed the throttle forward, smoke poured from the cams
If a K4's got taters, well then I got yams
He was in my sights, I expected to die
But in camping the base, his stores'd run dry
I unleashed fury, underwing monsters spit
the first two went long, but their sisters hit
to the left I rolled, with a sharp bank
panning, smoke! a burning tank!
I smirked and snickered, tittered with glee
I saw my kill, but not the damned tree!
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The XO screamed, quite perturb'd
Tried to take off, but only got Whirb'd
I winged over for a look, and what did I see
streams of angry tracers flashed by my IID
I barreled down, gave the throttle a chop
skidded to the left, took one in the prop
I turned dead on him, my fate already sealed
tracking my moves, his lethal battery wheeled
I slammed the throttle forward, smoke poured from the cams
If a K4's got taters, well then I got yams
He was in my sights, I expected to die
But in camping the base, his stores'd run dry
I unleashed fury, underwing monsters spit
the first two went long, but their sisters hit
to the left I rolled, with a sharp bank
panning, smoke! a burning tank!
I smirked and snickered, tittered with glee
I saw my kill, but not the damned tree!
:rofl :rofl :rofl
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I
Id
Did
Died
:D
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The XO screamed, quite perturb'd
Tried to take off, but only got Whirb'd
I winged over for a look, and what did I see
streams of angry tracers flashed by my IID
I barreled down, gave the throttle a chop
skidded to the left, took one in the prop
I turned dead on him, my fate already sealed
tracking my moves, his lethal battery wheeled
I slammed the throttle forward, smoke poured from the cams
If a K4's got taters, well then I got yams
He was in my sights, I expected to die
But in camping the base, his stores'd run dry
I unleashed fury, underwing monsters spit
the first two went long, but their sisters hit
to the left I rolled, with a sharp bank
panning, smoke! a burning tank!
I smirked and snickered, tittered with glee
I saw my kill, but not the damned tree!
awesome :rofl :aok
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awesome :rofl :aok
Hahahaha, coming from a modern day Samurai, I will take that as a true compliment :salute
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"Fly With Me"
As I wake, I see my life,
A fire burning, deep inside,
All I want, and long to be...
Close my eyes,
return to dreams.
Windswept clouds, completely free,
All the skies belong to me.
Very few depart the ground,
yet in the air is courage found.
Fly now sir, you aren't alone,
for in these skies, I've found my home.
Blessed are we, who dare to fly.
We've found ourselves amongst the skies.
Soaring bird,
your heart is free,
Come spread your wings,
and fly with me.
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Hahahaha, coming from a modern day Samurai, I will take that as a true compliment :salute
it really is great...even read it to my wife(although she didn't appreciate it the way I did, yet she thought it was very good)I have always wanted to be able to write like that, nope...cant do it.... :cry
:salute
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"You see, we got a little hole in that flag there,
When Washington took it across the Delaware.
and It got powder burned the night Francis Scott Key sat watching it,
writing "Say Can You See"
It got a rip in New Orleans, with Packingham & Jackson
tugging at its seams.
and It almost fell at the Alamo
beside the Texas flag,
But she waved on though.
She got cut with a sword at Chancellorsville,
And she got cut again at Shiloh Hill.
There was Robert E. Lee and Beauregard and Bragg,
And the south wind blew hard on
That Ragged Old Flag
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I climbed in the seat,
fired up the machine.
The glow on my face,
made a ghostly scene.
I test the controls
they had to be right.
As several others
were readied for flight.
Signaled to start,
birds sputter and whine.
chocks pulled back,
I pull to the line.
Flaps deployed,
all systems rechecked.
The airframe shudders,
as it struggles off deck.
Like a flock of gulls,
we rise from the sea.
A storm is brewing,
at it's center we'll be.
We don't seek glory,
it's duty that called.
The World is on fire,
it had to be solved.
Though a terrible journey
in the end we had won.
Killing to stop evil,
it had to be done.
I've lost many friends,
that I'll never forget.
as you enjoy the peace,
Please thank a Vet.
:salute