Reply to: Friday Poetry Corner

[threaded]

I was contemplating these immoral lines this morning on the way to work when I beheld - 'A Host of Golden Daffodils ! '

Yes, someone has told me the daffs are out at my home in Denmark. I guess I shall make my way back there in the next few days now the snow has gone.

Spring, the sweet spring, is the year's pleasant king;
Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring,
Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing.
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!

[realityhack]

So who completely overstepped the mark on the Friday Insult Corner then? c'mon - I walk away for a few mins and everything's gone

[Barriebazg]

There once was a lady called annie...

Who had a strange odour coming from her fanny

[Ruprect]

There once was a lady called annie...

[AlfredJPruffock]

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

I was contemplating these immortal lines this morning on the way to work when I beheld - 'A Host of Golden Daffodils ! '

[Burdock]

Jeez, Freaky, you must have spent a while editing that little beauty for rude words

[Burdock]

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,

I heard on the radio the other day that the Cumbria tourist office place plastic daffodils on the lake shores, "because the tourists expect to see them".

How nice.

[freakydancer]

Straight outta Compton, crazy motherf*cker named Ice Cube
From the gang called N**gaz With Attitudes
When I'm called off, I got a sawed off
Squeeze the trigger, and bodies are hauled off
You too, boy, if ya **** with me
The police are gonna hafta come and get me
Off yo ass, that's how I'm goin out
For the punk motherf**kers that's showin out
N**gaz start to mumble, they wanna rumble
Mix em and cook em in a pot like gumbo
Goin off on a motherf**ker like that
with a gat that's pointed at yo ass
So give it up smooth
Ain't no tellin when I'm down for a jack move
Here's a murder rap to keep yo dancin
with a crime record like Charles Manson
AK-47 is the tool
Don't make me act the motherf**kin fool
Me you can go toe to toe, no maybe
I'm knockin niggaz out tha box, daily
yo weekly, monthly and yearly
until them dumb mother****ers see clearly
that I'm down with the capital C-P-T
Boy you can't **** with me
So when I'm in your neighborhood, you better duck
Coz Ice Cube is crazy as f**k
As I leave, believe I'm stompin
but when I come back, boy, I'm comin straight outta Compton

Chorus:

[City of Compton, City of Compton]

[Eazy E] Yo Ren
[MC Ren] Whassup?
[Eazy E] Tell em where you from!

Verse Two: MC Ren

Straight outta Compton, another crazy ass n***a
More punks I smoke, yo, my rep gets bigger
I'm a bad motherf**ker and you know this
But the pussy ass n***az don't show this
But I don't give a f**k, I'ma make my snaps
If not from the records, from jackin the crops
Just like burglary, the definition is 'jackin'
And when illegally armed it's called 'packin'
Shoot a motherf**ker in a minute
I find a good piece o' pussy, I go up in it
So if you're at a show in the front row
I'm a call you a bitch or dirty-ass ho
You'll probably get mad like a bitch is supposed to
But that shows me, slut, you're composed to
a crazy muthaf**ker from tha street
Attitude legit cause I'm tearin up tulip
MC Ren controls the automatic
For any dumb muthaf**ker that starts static
Not the right hand cause I'm the hand itself
every time I pull a AK off the shelf
The security is maximum and that's a law
R-E-N spells Ren but I'm raw
See, coz I'm the motherf**kin villain
The definition is clear, you're the witness of a killin
that's takin place without a clue
And once you're on the scope, your ass is through
Look, you might take it as a trip
but a nigga like Ren is on a gangsta tip
Straight outta Compton...

Chorus:

[City of Compton, City of Compton]

[Dr. Dre] Eazy is his name and the boy is comin...

Verse Three: Eazy-E

...straight outta Compton
is a brotha that'll smother yo' mother
and make ya sister think I love her
Dangerous motherf**ker raises hell
And if I ever get caught I make bail
See, I don't give a f**k, that's the problem
I see a motherf**kin cop I don't dodge him
But I'm smart, lay low, creep a while
And when I see a punk pass, I smile
To me it's kinda funny, the attitude showin a ni***a drivin
but don't know where the f**k he's going, just rollin
lookin for the one they call Eazy
But here's a flash, they never seize me
Ruthless! Never seen like a shadow in the dark
except when I unload, see I'll get over the hesitation
and hear the scream of the one who got the last penetration
Give a little gust of wind and I'm jettin
But leave a memory no one'll be forgettin
So what about the bitch who got shot? F**k her!
You think I give a damn about a bitch? I ain't a sucker!
This is the autobiography of the E, and if you ever f**k with me
You'll get taken by a stupid dope brotha who will smother
word to the motherf**ker, straight outta Compton

Chorus:

[City of Compton, City of Compton]

[Damn that tulip was dope!]

[sasguru]

Are you some kind of luvvy poofta?

No you are some kind of cretin.

[threaded]

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed - and gazed - but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

[TheRightStuff]

So bad it's a Classic
******************

ICE ICE BABY
Yo VIP, Let's kick it!
Ice Ice Baby
Ice Ice Baby
All right stop
Collaborate and listen
Ice is back with my brand new invention
Something grabs ahold of me tightly
Then I flow like a harpoon daily and nightly
Will it ever stop?
Yo-- I don't know
Turn off the lights and I'll glow
To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal
Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle
Dance
Bum rush the speaker that booms
I'm killing your brain like a poisonous mushroom
Deadly, when I play a dope melody
Anything less than the best is a felony
Love it or leave it
You better gain way
You better hit bull's eye
The kid don't play
If there was a problem
Yo, I'll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it
Ice Ice Baby Vanilla
Ice Ice Baby Vanilla
Ice Ice Baby Vanilla
Ice Ice Baby Vanilla
Now that the party is jumping
With the bass kicked in, and the Vegas are pumpin'
Quick to the point, to the point no faking
Cooking MC's like a pound of bacon
Burning them if they're not quick and nimble
I go crazy when I hear a cymbal
And a hi hat with a souped up tempo
I'm on a roll and it's time to go solo
Rollin' in my 5.0
With my ragtop down so my hair can blow
The girlies on standby
Waiting just to say Hi
Did you stop?
No-- I just drove by
Kept on pursuing to the next
I busted a left and I'm heading to the next block
That block was dead
Yo-- so I continued to A1A Beachfront Ave.
Girls were hot wearing less than bikinis
Rockman lovers driving Lambourghinis
Jealous 'cause I'm out getting mine
Shay with the guage and Vanilla with a nine
Reading for the chumps on the wall
The chumps acting ill because they're so full of eight balls
Gunshots ranged out like a bell
I grabbed my nine--
All I heard was shells
Falling on the concrete real fast
Jumped in my car, slammed on the gas
Bumper to bumper the avenue's packed
I'm trying to get away before the jackers jack
Police on the scene
You know what I mean
They passed me up, confronted all the dope fiends
If there was a problem
Yo, I'll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it
Ice Ice Baby Vanilla
Ice Ice Baby Vanilla
Ice Ice Baby Vanilla
Ice Ice Baby Vanilla
Take heed 'cause I'm a lyrical poet
Miami's on the scene just in case you didn't know it
My town, that created all the bass sound
Enough to shake and kick holes in the ground
'Cause my style's like a chemical spill
Feasible rhymes that you can vision and feel
Conducted and formed
This is a hell of a concept
We make it hype and you want to step with this
Shay plays on the fade, slice like a ninja
Cut like a razor blade so fast
Other DJ's say, "damn"
If my rhyme was a drug I'd sell it by the gram
Keep my composure when it's time to get loose
Magnetized by the mic while I kick my juice
If there was a problem
Yo-- I'll solve it!
Check out the hook While Deshay revolves it.
Ice Ice Baby Vanilla
Ice Ice Baby Vanilla
Ice Ice Baby Vanilla
Ice Ice Baby Vanilla Ice
Yo man-- Let's get out of here!
Word to your mother!
Ice Ice Baby Too cold
Ice Ice Baby Too cold Too cold
Ice Ice Baby Too cold Too cold
Ice Ice Baby Too cold Too cold

[realityhack]

Diss it? More like p*ss it!

A rhyme about respect, no challenge for an intellect.

getting my coat now...

[AlfredJPruffock]

Are you some kind of luvvy poofta?

The worried efforts of the busy heap
The dirt the imprecision, and the beer

Produce a few smart wisecracks every year;

Laugh if you can

... but you will have to leap.

Contemno nusquam praeter odium

[freakydancer]

I know you didn't fall that far
From the tree
You take after me
Already sold my soul
Somewhere along the line it all went wrong
And the pissheads in the doorway sing my favourite song
We're all out of key

[wobbegong]

Something from the orient . . .

An Evening in the Mountains

After rain the empty mountain
Stands autumnal in the evening,
Moonlight in its groves of pine,
Stones of crystal in its brooks.
Bamboos whisper of washer-girls bound home,
Lotus-leaves yield before a fisher-boat --
And what does it matter that springtime has gone,
While you are here, O Prince of Friends?

Wang Wei