| How about Valentines Day Limericks 13:27 - Feb 14 with 1890 views | Keno |
I once knew a girl from Biarritz
So funny she had me in fits
That big girl from France
How she loved to dance
Was a shame she was covered in zits
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| How about Valentines Day Limericks on 13:58 - Feb 14 with 1782 views | blueislander |
There was a young lady from Buse
Who went on the stage in the nude
A bloke at the front
Shouted out c-nt
Just like that right out loud ,Bloody rude. [Post edited 14 Feb 14:00]
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| How about Valentines Day Limericks on 14:05 - Feb 14 with 1764 views | J2BLUE |
There once was a girl named Jen
Who was a perfect ten
She was fantastic in bed
But I soon fled
When she said she didn't love Tow-en |  |
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| Good one Wordsworth. (n/t) on 14:07 - Feb 14 with 1741 views | Bloots |
| How about Valentines Day Limericks on 14:05 - Feb 14 by J2BLUE |
There once was a girl named Jen
Who was a perfect ten
She was fantastic in bed
But I soon fled
When she said she didn't love Tow-en |
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| "He's been a really positive influence on my life, I think he's a great man" - TWTD User (May 2025) |
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| How about Valentines Day Limericks on 14:10 - Feb 14 with 1724 views | BiGDonnie |
Disappointed this one didn't have a 'tits' in it. |  |
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| How about Valentines Day Limericks on 14:17 - Feb 14 with 1700 views | J2BLUE |
| How about Valentines Day Limericks on 14:10 - Feb 14 by BiGDonnie |
Disappointed this one didn't have a 'tits' in it. |
I almost put a non PC one up but thought better of it when I see who is logged in. | |
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| Yeah, I was gonna do the one.... on 14:22 - Feb 14 with 1681 views | Bloots |
| How about Valentines Day Limericks on 14:17 - Feb 14 by J2BLUE |
I almost put a non PC one up but thought better of it when I see who is logged in. |
....about the "Young lady from Ealing".
But I've forgotten the passwords for my other accounts. | |
| "He's been a really positive influence on my life, I think he's a great man" - TWTD User (May 2025) |
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| Yeah, I was gonna do the one.... on 14:26 - Feb 14 with 1633 views | hype313 |
| Yeah, I was gonna do the one.... on 14:22 - Feb 14 by Bloots |
....about the "Young lady from Ealing".
But I've forgotten the passwords for my other accounts. |
Borrow one of Frimmers burner accounts. |  |
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| How about Valentines Day Limericks on 15:10 - Feb 14 with 1562 views | BrandonsBlues |
There was a young man from Norwich
Who excelled at eating porridge
His mum and his nan
Were both the same man
And he used his web hands to forage | | | |
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| Upvote for.... on 15:15 - Feb 14 with 1542 views | Bloots |
| How about Valentines Day Limericks on 15:10 - Feb 14 by BrandonsBlues |
There was a young man from Norwich
Who excelled at eating porridge
His mum and his nan
Were both the same man
And he used his web hands to forage |
..."his Mum and his Nan, were both the same man".
Good. | |
| "He's been a really positive influence on my life, I think he's a great man" - TWTD User (May 2025) |
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| How about Valentines Day Limericks on 15:23 - Feb 14 with 1520 views | WeWereZombies |
There was a homophobe from Dereham
Who also disliked Ed Sheeran
When asked who he supported
The div retorted
Well Norwich obvs, you queer 'un |  |
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| How about Valentines Day Limericks on 18:16 - Feb 14 with 1365 views | You_Bloo_Right |
| How about Valentines Day Limericks on 13:58 - Feb 14 by blueislander |
There was a young lady from Buse
Who went on the stage in the nude
A bloke at the front
Shouted out c-nt
Just like that right out loud ,Bloody rude. [Post edited 14 Feb 14:00]
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There was a young lady from Bude
Who went for a swim in the lake
A man in a punt
Stuck a pole in her ear
And said, "You can't swim here, it's private" |  |
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| How about Valentines Day Limericks on 18:32 - Feb 14 with 1315 views | Swansea_Blue |
| How about Valentines Day Limericks on 14:10 - Feb 14 by BiGDonnie |
Disappointed this one didn't have a 'tits' in it. |
It’s got Bloots and Keno in it. That’s a massive pair of them, Shirley?  |  |
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| Eh? (n/t) on 18:35 - Feb 14 with 1295 views | Bloots |
| How about Valentines Day Limericks on 18:32 - Feb 14 by Swansea_Blue |
It’s got Bloots and Keno in it. That’s a massive pair of them, Shirley? |
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| "He's been a really positive influence on my life, I think he's a great man" - TWTD User (May 2025) |
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| Eh? (n/t) on 18:40 - Feb 14 with 1289 views | Swansea_Blue |
| Eh? (n/t) on 18:35 - Feb 14 by Bloots |
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They said they were disappointed with the lack of tits, so I made a hilarious play on words pointing out that you and Keno were in the thread, so there were indeed tits.
I guess standup isn’t for me  | |
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| Oh, in the thread..... on 19:18 - Feb 14 with 1227 views | Swansea_Blue |
| Oh, in the thread..... on 18:44 - Feb 14 by Bloots |
....I thought you meant we were in a limerick.
I though I'd missed it.
I should be in a Limerick, or a song.
A proper epic arrangement, one that befits my standing.
Edit: but yes, I am a tit. [Post edited 14 Feb 18:45]
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You can be in a Limerick.
There once was a poster named Bloots
Whose jokes were as sharp as his suits
He’d cheer for the Town
Whether they’re up or down
And always stayed true to his roots! | |
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| I'm touched x (n/t) on 19:23 - Feb 14 with 1209 views | Bloots |
| Oh, in the thread..... on 19:18 - Feb 14 by Swansea_Blue |
You can be in a Limerick.
There once was a poster named Bloots
Whose jokes were as sharp as his suits
He’d cheer for the Town
Whether they’re up or down
And always stayed true to his roots! |
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| "He's been a really positive influence on my life, I think he's a great man" - TWTD User (May 2025) |
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| Oh, in the thread..... on 20:04 - Feb 14 with 1136 views | You_Bloo_Right |
| Oh, in the thread..... on 18:44 - Feb 14 by Bloots |
....I thought you meant we were in a limerick.
I though I'd missed it.
I should be in a Limerick, or a song.
A proper epic arrangement, one that befits my standing.
Edit: but yes, I am a tit. [Post edited 14 Feb 18:45]
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Epic and befits your standing eh?
The lord of the Bloots to Glaskow raid,
And send about him, quhill he haid
Off his freyndis a gret menyhe.
And syne to Scone in hy raid he,
And wes maid king but langir let,
And in the kingis stole wes set;
As in that tyme wes the maner.
Bot off thar nobleis gret affer,
Thar service, na thar realte,
Yhe sall her na thing now for me;
Owtane that he off the barnage
That thiddir come, tok homage;
And syne went our all the land,
Frendis and frendschip purchesand,
To maynteym that he had begunnyn.
He wyst, or all the land war wonnyn,
He suld fynd full hard barganyng
With him that wes off Ingland King:
For thar wes nane off lyff sa fell,
Sa pautener, na sa cruell.
And quhen to King Edward wes tauld,
How at the Bloots, that wes sa bauld,
Had brocht the Cumyn till ending,
And how he syne had maid him king,
Owt off his wyt he went weill ner;
And callit till him Schir Amer
The Vallang, that wes wys and wycht,
And off his hand a worthy knycht,
And bad him men off armys ta,
And in all hy till Scotland ga,
And byrn, and slay, and rais dragoun:
And hycht all Fyfe in warysoun
Till him, that mycht othir ta or sla
Lord the Bloots, that wes his fa.
Schir Aymer did as he him bad,
Gret chevalry with him he had;
With him wes Philip the Hambray,
And Ingram the Umfravill perfay,
That wes bath wys and averty,
And full of gret chevalry;
And off Scotland the maist party
Thai had in-till thar company. | |
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| How about Valentines Day Limericks on 20:32 - Feb 14 with 1100 views | J2BLUE |
Chat GPT's tribute to TWTD legends
The Forum Posters of TWTD: A Tribute to the Tribe
In the world of threads and chatter wide,
Where Ipswich fans, with passion, bide,
There lies a place of wit and might,
Where voices spark both day and night.
A digital land, where hope does gleam,
In the hearts of those who share the dream.
Here are the voices, sharp and true,
The forum posters of TWTD, too.
J2Blue, a name we know,
With thoughts that twist, and winds that blow,
They speak with flair, both bold and wise,
A clever wit that never dies.
With every post, they share their thought,
And often leave the forum caught,
In discussion deep, or a friendly jest,
J2Blue’s words are always blessed.
And Bloots, with humor laced in gold,
A quick wit that never grows old,
They come alive in every thread,
With cheeky remarks, and jokes well-spread.
A light in gloom, a laugh in pain,
Their posts, like sunshine after rain.
When things seem bleak and hope is thin,
Bloots reminds us we still win.
Then there’s BlueAsFook, full of fire,
With every word, they build the pyre,
Of passion fierce for Town’s great name,
Through every win, through every claim.
A voice so proud, so raw, so bold,
Their posts, like thunder, cannot be told,
Without a roar, without a cheer,
They stand for Town, they make it clear.
And Sitters, who’s steady, calm, and wise,
Their words reflect the clearer skies.
They break down games with insight deep,
A keen eye watching, never asleep.
In times of doubt, they anchor strong,
Guiding us with knowledge long.
Though humble in their quiet tone,
Sitters’ truth is always shown.
In GlasgowBlue, we find a heart,
From the distant north, yet set apart,
Their posts are sharp, their words are clear,
A fan so true, they’ve never feared.
From far away, they shout and cheer,
For Ipswich Town, they’ll persevere.
A patriot’s soul, a loyal mind,
In every post, their love we find.
LowhouseBlue, a voice so pure,
With calm resolve, so sure, so sure.
They look beyond the highs and lows,
To see the game through patient prose.
Their wisdom shows in every thread,
Their steady hand, like light ahead.
Through thick and thin, through all the fray,
LowhouseBlue paves a peaceful way.
And then Phil, the master of the board,
A guiding hand, with knowledge stored.
The keeper of the forums’ heart,
Who watches over every part.
Their posts are vast, their care immense,
They tend the space with recompense.
A steward true, with gentle might,
Phil ensures the forum’s right.
Now Gav, with insight sharp and clear,
A force behind the forum’s sphere.
With thoughtful posts, they set the tone,
And cultivate the thoughts we’ve grown.
From tips to news, they always share,
Their keen perspective, rich and rare.
Gav’s touch is felt in every part,
A leader with a kindred heart.
Together, these names fill the space,
A loyal crew, a steadfast race,
Through every win, through every loss,
They stand united, no matter the cost.
With every post, they share the load,
A tapestry of love is sowed.
For Ipswich Town, for what we’re due,
These forum posters, ever true.
So here’s to the tribe, the voices bold,
To the ones whose stories are always told.
In threads and posts, in joy and pain,
Their love for Town will always remain.
From J2Blue to Gav, and every name,
Their words ignite the Ipswich flame.
In every post, in every cheer,
The forum lives, and ever near,
The hearts of those who share this dream,
Are the voices of the TWTD team. | |
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| This is probably the best post ever..... on 20:39 - Feb 14 with 1069 views | Bloots |
| How about Valentines Day Limericks on 20:32 - Feb 14 by J2BLUE |
Chat GPT's tribute to TWTD legends
The Forum Posters of TWTD: A Tribute to the Tribe
In the world of threads and chatter wide,
Where Ipswich fans, with passion, bide,
There lies a place of wit and might,
Where voices spark both day and night.
A digital land, where hope does gleam,
In the hearts of those who share the dream.
Here are the voices, sharp and true,
The forum posters of TWTD, too.
J2Blue, a name we know,
With thoughts that twist, and winds that blow,
They speak with flair, both bold and wise,
A clever wit that never dies.
With every post, they share their thought,
And often leave the forum caught,
In discussion deep, or a friendly jest,
J2Blue’s words are always blessed.
And Bloots, with humor laced in gold,
A quick wit that never grows old,
They come alive in every thread,
With cheeky remarks, and jokes well-spread.
A light in gloom, a laugh in pain,
Their posts, like sunshine after rain.
When things seem bleak and hope is thin,
Bloots reminds us we still win.
Then there’s BlueAsFook, full of fire,
With every word, they build the pyre,
Of passion fierce for Town’s great name,
Through every win, through every claim.
A voice so proud, so raw, so bold,
Their posts, like thunder, cannot be told,
Without a roar, without a cheer,
They stand for Town, they make it clear.
And Sitters, who’s steady, calm, and wise,
Their words reflect the clearer skies.
They break down games with insight deep,
A keen eye watching, never asleep.
In times of doubt, they anchor strong,
Guiding us with knowledge long.
Though humble in their quiet tone,
Sitters’ truth is always shown.
In GlasgowBlue, we find a heart,
From the distant north, yet set apart,
Their posts are sharp, their words are clear,
A fan so true, they’ve never feared.
From far away, they shout and cheer,
For Ipswich Town, they’ll persevere.
A patriot’s soul, a loyal mind,
In every post, their love we find.
LowhouseBlue, a voice so pure,
With calm resolve, so sure, so sure.
They look beyond the highs and lows,
To see the game through patient prose.
Their wisdom shows in every thread,
Their steady hand, like light ahead.
Through thick and thin, through all the fray,
LowhouseBlue paves a peaceful way.
And then Phil, the master of the board,
A guiding hand, with knowledge stored.
The keeper of the forums’ heart,
Who watches over every part.
Their posts are vast, their care immense,
They tend the space with recompense.
A steward true, with gentle might,
Phil ensures the forum’s right.
Now Gav, with insight sharp and clear,
A force behind the forum’s sphere.
With thoughtful posts, they set the tone,
And cultivate the thoughts we’ve grown.
From tips to news, they always share,
Their keen perspective, rich and rare.
Gav’s touch is felt in every part,
A leader with a kindred heart.
Together, these names fill the space,
A loyal crew, a steadfast race,
Through every win, through every loss,
They stand united, no matter the cost.
With every post, they share the load,
A tapestry of love is sowed.
For Ipswich Town, for what we’re due,
These forum posters, ever true.
So here’s to the tribe, the voices bold,
To the ones whose stories are always told.
In threads and posts, in joy and pain,
Their love for Town will always remain.
From J2Blue to Gav, and every name,
Their words ignite the Ipswich flame.
In every post, in every cheer,
The forum lives, and ever near,
The hearts of those who share this dream,
Are the voices of the TWTD team. |
....in fact it could be the best thing that has ever been on the internet.
Yeah, I think it is.
What a day.
What. A. Day. | |
| "He's been a really positive influence on my life, I think he's a great man" - TWTD User (May 2025) |
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| How about Valentines Day Limericks on 21:05 - Feb 14 with 1034 views | NthQldITFC |
A soon-to-wed man from Calcutta,
Peeped through his wife-to-be's shutter,
But all he could see,
Was the bend of her knee,
And the arse of the chap who was up her. |  |
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| How about Valentines Day Limericks on 21:09 - Feb 14 with 1006 views | Trequartista |
| How about Valentines Day Limericks on 20:32 - Feb 14 by J2BLUE |
Chat GPT's tribute to TWTD legends
The Forum Posters of TWTD: A Tribute to the Tribe
In the world of threads and chatter wide,
Where Ipswich fans, with passion, bide,
There lies a place of wit and might,
Where voices spark both day and night.
A digital land, where hope does gleam,
In the hearts of those who share the dream.
Here are the voices, sharp and true,
The forum posters of TWTD, too.
J2Blue, a name we know,
With thoughts that twist, and winds that blow,
They speak with flair, both bold and wise,
A clever wit that never dies.
With every post, they share their thought,
And often leave the forum caught,
In discussion deep, or a friendly jest,
J2Blue’s words are always blessed.
And Bloots, with humor laced in gold,
A quick wit that never grows old,
They come alive in every thread,
With cheeky remarks, and jokes well-spread.
A light in gloom, a laugh in pain,
Their posts, like sunshine after rain.
When things seem bleak and hope is thin,
Bloots reminds us we still win.
Then there’s BlueAsFook, full of fire,
With every word, they build the pyre,
Of passion fierce for Town’s great name,
Through every win, through every claim.
A voice so proud, so raw, so bold,
Their posts, like thunder, cannot be told,
Without a roar, without a cheer,
They stand for Town, they make it clear.
And Sitters, who’s steady, calm, and wise,
Their words reflect the clearer skies.
They break down games with insight deep,
A keen eye watching, never asleep.
In times of doubt, they anchor strong,
Guiding us with knowledge long.
Though humble in their quiet tone,
Sitters’ truth is always shown.
In GlasgowBlue, we find a heart,
From the distant north, yet set apart,
Their posts are sharp, their words are clear,
A fan so true, they’ve never feared.
From far away, they shout and cheer,
For Ipswich Town, they’ll persevere.
A patriot’s soul, a loyal mind,
In every post, their love we find.
LowhouseBlue, a voice so pure,
With calm resolve, so sure, so sure.
They look beyond the highs and lows,
To see the game through patient prose.
Their wisdom shows in every thread,
Their steady hand, like light ahead.
Through thick and thin, through all the fray,
LowhouseBlue paves a peaceful way.
And then Phil, the master of the board,
A guiding hand, with knowledge stored.
The keeper of the forums’ heart,
Who watches over every part.
Their posts are vast, their care immense,
They tend the space with recompense.
A steward true, with gentle might,
Phil ensures the forum’s right.
Now Gav, with insight sharp and clear,
A force behind the forum’s sphere.
With thoughtful posts, they set the tone,
And cultivate the thoughts we’ve grown.
From tips to news, they always share,
Their keen perspective, rich and rare.
Gav’s touch is felt in every part,
A leader with a kindred heart.
Together, these names fill the space,
A loyal crew, a steadfast race,
Through every win, through every loss,
They stand united, no matter the cost.
With every post, they share the load,
A tapestry of love is sowed.
For Ipswich Town, for what we’re due,
These forum posters, ever true.
So here’s to the tribe, the voices bold,
To the ones whose stories are always told.
In threads and posts, in joy and pain,
Their love for Town will always remain.
From J2Blue to Gav, and every name,
Their words ignite the Ipswich flame.
In every post, in every cheer,
The forum lives, and ever near,
The hearts of those who share this dream,
Are the voices of the TWTD team. |
Again please but in the style of Nick Cave. |  |
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| How about Valentines Day Limericks on 21:17 - Feb 14 with 979 views | J2BLUE |
| How about Valentines Day Limericks on 21:09 - Feb 14 by Trequartista |
Again please but in the style of Nick Cave. |
The Forum Ghosts of TWTD
(A Nick Cave-style Poem)
Oh, the wind it howls on the shores of Suffolk,
Where the ghosts of forum posters still walk,
J2Blue’s voice rises from the pit,
A howl in the dark, an echo, a hit.
With eyes like daggers, sharp and alive,
They sharpen their words, they make us strive.
They'll speak of Town like a prophet lost,
In the ruins of dreams, in the chill of frost.
Bloots, a shadow, a sly little grin,
With laughter that cuts, but drips of sin.
A joker, a charmer, a trickster in lace,
They tear through the threads, leave not a trace.
Like a serpent that coils, slithering near,
But leaves us laughing through blood and fear.
“Ah, don’t take it so seriously, mate,” they say,
As they laugh and dance, in the depths of the fray.
Then there’s BlueAsFook, eyes burning like coal,
A fire in their belly, a devil in their soul.
The storm’s in their voice, a tempest so wild,
They’ll tear down your walls, leave you beguiled.
Through the fire of despair, they dance and they scream,
With every word spoken, they bleed and they dream.
For Ipswich, for glory, for the blood of the game,
BlueAsFook will burn, will never be tame.
Sitters stands there, calm as the night,
A cold-eyed preacher, with no fear of the fight.
They walk the line between dark and light,
A philosopher’s mind, with wisdom in sight.
They’ll teach you the game, with a quiet sigh,
As the world crumbles, and the last hopes die.
With every post, they shape the truth,
Like a sculptor of grief, they carve out the youth.
GlasgowBlue, with a voice like a dirge,
A song of the north, where the cold winds emerge.
They stand in the shadows, eyes full of grace,
As they tell of the battle, the loss we embrace.
A heart heavy, but still full of fire,
They curse the heavens, but never retire.
Through Glasgow streets or Ipswich skies,
They bleed for the Blues, and never disguise.
And then, LowhouseBlue, a soul pure and sound,
They speak in the stillness, where silence is found.
They hold in their hands the weight of the past,
Their words like a river, running so fast.
A dreamer, a wanderer, caught in the gloom,
They bring peace where chaos threatens to bloom.
With every thread, they ease the pain,
Like a balm for the soul in a world gone insane.
Trequartista’s touch is a velvet glove,
But inside their chest, beats a heart full of love.
A dancer of words, they move through the night,
A lover of beauty, a lover of fight.
They speak of the game in the language of art,
Like a painter who wields a bleeding heart.
Their posts are a portrait, a delicate song,
In the darkness of threads, they always belong.
Rommers, my friend, the one who holds sway,
Like a beast in the wilderness, dark as the day.
They watch with a hunger, they rise with the flame,
Their posts are the sound of an untamed name.
A lion’s roar, a thunderous strike,
They’ll tear at your soul, they’ll make you like—
A man who has seen the depths of despair,
But through it all, still stands with a prayer.
Phil’s voice is a whisper in the void,
A god of the forum, never paranoid.
They build the walls, they set the scene,
A master of threads, calm and serene.
Through battles fought, and firestorms burned,
They guide the way, to a place we’ve yearned.
In the shadows, they rise like a king,
Their wisdom a gift, their power to bring.
And then there’s Gav, the keeper of time,
Their voice like a bell, a solemn chime.
They watch the game with a distant gaze,
Like a prophet lost in the ancient maze.
With every thread, with every post,
They lay bare the truth, they’re never a ghost.
In every word, in every rhyme,
They strike with precision, they carve through time.
Oh, these voices, these ghosts, they live on,
In the threads they leave, in the battles they’ve won.
A tapestry of dreams, of blood, and of dust,
A choir of hearts, in victory and rust.
For Ipswich Town, they give and they take,
Through loss and through glory, their hearts never break.
For the forum’s alive, like a beast on the prowl,
With J2Blue’s whispers and Bloots’s howl.
So gather round, dear friends of the game,
In the darkened corner, we call out your name.
From the shadows, we rise, from the storm we’ll break,
The forum’s our home, and we’ll never forsake. | |
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| How about Valentines Day Limericks on 07:04 - Feb 15 with 824 views | bobbyramsey |
I once knew a girl from Rossosa
Who built as erotic pagoda
The wall of it's halls
Were festooned with the balls
And the tools of the fools who bestrode her. |  | | |
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