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The Last Post Game!!!!

Started by Sibling Qwertyuiopasd, March 19, 2006, 12:16:36 AM

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Aphos

It is quite a shame
That posting is the game
For this shall be the last one
After this there will be none

Last Post
--The topologist formerly known as Poincare's Stepchild--

Swatopluk

Once upon a time there was that Post game
Where toadfishs used for Last Post to compete
Remember how we took it from each other
Think of how with wit it was replete

This is the final one
This thread at last is done
We will proceed but not post here again
It was a pleasant game
But mine is all the fame
Last Post is mine, go spare yourself the pain

Knurrhähne sind eßbar aber empfehlen würde ich das nicht unbedingt.
The aspitriglos is edible though I do not actually recommend it.

Aphos

As I was walking up the stair
I met a man that was not there
He was not there again today
I think he's with the CIA

Anyway, he handed me the

Last Post
--The topologist formerly known as Poincare's Stepchild--

Griffin NoName

I wish I liked rice pudding
I wish I was a Queen
I wish a real live

Last Post

would just come walking in.
Psychic Hotline Host

One approaches the journey's end. But the end is a goal, not a catastrophe. George Sand


The Meromorph

In the dark recesses of the night,
A quiet voice is weeping.
A distant coyote yips, as a small life ends in pain.
And the Last Post is mine.
Dances with Motorcycles.

Pachyderm

In the long, dark teatime of the soul
There lives a blackness in the heart of man
Strive to climb to the light, up, up the greasy pole
To follow the light, that is the Great Plan
Ineffable in it's wisdom, and broad in it's scope
It provides all with the chance to transcend pain
that glimmering vestige is the seed of hope
But the Last Post is mine once again.
Oportet ministros manus lavare antequam latrinam relinquent.

Aphos

Gaily bedight, a gallant knight
In sunshine and in shadow
He journeyed long, singing a song
In search of the
                        Last Post.


And he gave it to me after he found it.
--The topologist formerly known as Poincare's Stepchild--

pieces o nine

On the Mountains of the Prairie,
In the city set one mile high,
Pirate Pieces, she the mighty,
At her screen she now is typing,
Answers not the phone or pager.
Typing fast she calls the Last Post,
Calls the Last Post and she keeps it.
"If you are not feeling well, if you have not slept, chocolate will revive you. But you have no chocolate! I think of that again and again! My dear, how will you ever manage?"
--Marquise de Sevigne, February 11, 1677

Pachyderm

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.

Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! –  An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling,
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime . . .
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est
Last Post ia mori



(Sorry Mr Owen...)
Oportet ministros manus lavare antequam latrinam relinquent.

Griffin NoName

Erhem. I knows there be a 10 word minimum limit.

Last word-number-purity Post
Psychic Hotline Host

One approaches the journey's end. But the end is a goal, not a catastrophe. George Sand


Pachyderm

Convention is the dwarfish demon styled
That foil'd the knights in Marialva's dome:
Of brains (if brains they had) he them beguiled,
And turned a nation's shallow joy to gloom.
Here Folly dash'd to earth the victor's plume,
And Policy regain'd what arms had lost:
For chiefs like ours in vain may laurels bloom!
Woe to the conqu'ring, not the conquer'd host,
Since baffled Triumph droops on the Last Post.


(Sorry Lord Byron...)
Oportet ministros manus lavare antequam latrinam relinquent.

Aphos

It's coming fast
'Twill be the last
It is the post
That has the most


Last incredibly stupid rhyme Post
--The topologist formerly known as Poincare's Stepchild--

Griffin NoName

A centipede was happy quiet
Until a toad in fun said
Prey which legs comes after which
Which brough his mind to such a pitch
He lay dejected in a ditch
Considering how to Last Post
Psychic Hotline Host

One approaches the journey's end. But the end is a goal, not a catastrophe. George Sand


Aphos

When in trouble, when in doubt
Run in circles, scream and shout

and grab the
                     Last Post
--The topologist formerly known as Poincare's Stepchild--

Sibling Zono (anon1mat0)

Take it at all cost
pray it gets the most
not everything is lost
even if you're toast
I get the Last Post
:mrgreen: :mrgreen:
Sibling Zono(trichia Capensis) aka anon1mat0 aka Nicolás.

PPPP: Politicians are Parasitic, Predatory and Perverse.