Australia Day Poetry Slam

[1. a poem doesn’t have to rhyme
2. for the last freakin’ time I am not a bloke!!!]

“A poem by all RiotACTers, Maelinar said to write
start it off with the first line though, he said he would not;
So it fell to Jey to make the first lines rhyme,
But his efforts are sadly those of a poet in decline.”
Them came Hasdrubahl, schooled in North Africa,
But his verse is worse than a mouthful of paprika.

“A poem by all RiotACTers, Maelinar said to write
start it off with the first line though, he said he would not”;
So it fell to Jey to make the first lines rhyme,
But his efforts are sadly those of a poet in decline.

A poem by all RiotACTers, Maelinar said to write
start it off with the first line though, he said he would not

poo poo to all this individuality…

Let’s do a multi-disciplinary, multi-input poem from all RA’ers !

(I’m not going to start it with the first line though)

There once was an act called “The Riot”
Who’s ethics had gone on a diet
We all spewed such crap
Some got into a flap
That only dumb pricks really buy it

There once was a newsreader called Anton Enis…

oh we care for sure
cause we demand you limerick some more
for even people like Nyssa
who’s always chucking a hissy fitsa
when you don’t agree
will eventually see
this limerick is a piece of shitsa.

So just why would I read this site?
Some people comment all damn night!
I’m not sure why I read this stuff,
It’s mostly crap and made up fluff.
But log on every day I do
To get my daily dose of poo
About what goes on ’round the town
(Though typically smelly, often brown)
Of escapades by bogan losers,
Dinks and yuppies, GenX choosers.
I guess I log every day,
Cos I feel I’ll have my say
And though I sprout lots of hot air,
I’ll type, pretending you all care.

Limericks are the highest form of poetry:

There once was a guy named Dave
Who dug up a whore from the grave
She was mouldy as shit
And missing a tit
But think of the money he saved!

I heard of this site “The Riot-Act”
Hoping to get at least one fact
but when I got there
I have to be fair
intellectual stimulation it was not
for the only comment worth mentioning was

“I only believe in gay marriages when both chicks are hot”.

I’m one of those rapper boys
look at my bling and my toys
I cruise the streets in my car
waiting for the chicks to go “Phoar”

I’ll talk tuff and look mean
and wipe the phonetics slate clean
but when push comes to shove
I can always run back to my mumma for love.

I had a cat named Snowball
She died! She died!
Mom said she was sleeping
She lied! She lied!
Why oh why is my cat dead?
Couldn’t that Chrysler hit me instead?
I had a hamster named Snuffy
He died…