Lets Get Bloody With Rhymed Poems

When you like to make some sense
Then think about adsense
Not like a sense of rest
But like a sense of quest
When your reminiscence seems so tense
Like that of a sense of pretense
That is when you make the sense!  Tongue

Adsense is all about sense
just like a vision in a lens
where the lens bring out the sense
it's like a sense of the best
Like a crest on the vest
That has the sense of the license
to make wealth from sense
now i'ts clear that adsense makes the essence!  Cheesy

Don't take position on the fence
Try today the place of adsense
For the financial difference
what a splendid experience
To make the sense with google adsense!

you dint actually make sense
and the rhymes are so extraneous and confusing
plus you posted it more than once
and it aint bloody

@tbk
how does it feel to be devoured now by Poison Ivy

chickening out now aint you *quack-quack-quack*
obviously you want to ignore the poem i wrote on you
do as dude, and for the records you are free to type whateva u like
regardless

i actuall dint want a battle with you
but you keep stalking me
anyways, pricesss karashika i like that

now if you would kindly leave, i need to attend to my customers
you are hopeless talkin to

   He craved blood,
   like a tsunami flood,
   red blood,
   played God,
   (with)preys floored,
   
   His enemies, he carved out,
   knives out,snuffed out
   the life,with one cut,
   to the gut,
   
   just before,
   they begged for,
   another chance,
   last chance,
   no; thanks
   with raised hands,
   red eyes,
   he brought down,
   the raised knife,
   why;cuz he craved blood.
   

And all along i thought i was the only crazy one on this forum

Peace

because i broke my back
no body wants me back
I ask with my mac
what am I gonna do to get my back back?

hi dude
i dnt actuall get your question, why am rhyming bloody right?
well because i like that aspect of my life
you should try it too

sure,
but you dont diversify?
too bad
give it a try oneday, who knows it might be your million dollar story

why would i change the menu
come on join in the bloody fun
its never ending this year


whats for dinner
lara and i went to a luncheon
the host had some prosposal he brought on
but not without tasting my delicious meal he countered
lara looked at me with a knowing smile
i smiled, actually not knowing it had an intrinsic meaning to it
and voila! the host brought the steaming tray
that held our afternoon break
"ladies and gentleman, do the honours" he said
Lara opened hers, with a gluttonous smiledigged dip into its content
i opened mine, and my eyes couldnt stop bopping
fried tongues, roasted eyes, bloddy wine
minced meat, chopped with fine sauce
i had to throw up immediately and Lara wondered i was always a kill-joy
i excused myself and guess where i ended on a hospital bed
but now i feel so silly, cos it was only Goat meats and nothing more
atleast thats what she told me , i couldnt argue more
but i guess i will be a more complacent guest next time




i would go with you tbk, what do you say

i have not been around to give you your bloody dose of medicine
am back now

you are just fronting

Black black black ship have you any wool?

yes i, yes. .

this is for Tbk

Back then in Syracuse
The Heinist gods paid her some due
Inflicting a blood thirsting wound
Destructive within even to those who nears its roots

And on she spread the flu
Biting all, Building armies for the war
Luscious skin with tasty blood
Sucked to enrich her ever-parched taste
And stored to serve the wine on coronation day

Crowned the Queen of coast
She ventured beyond, landed in Africa
So many black, a variety rare as star
Oh well! ‘Tis good for the witch to experiment
She thought and called it a base

Three moons gone by
A feeling of death takes over our star
Africa had so much to offer
So much for death, so much for life
And innocent queen caught on the death flu
She tried, who knows, some Nigerian he
Those creeping fools with no good under their sleeves

The remedy is the sin
According to law of the Syracuse book
So they hunted in numbers
Every male fool that walked on the land
Now, take heed while you can
It’s so close like the air you breathe
More close ‘cos it’s in Nairaland

Know what she does?
She tears out their eyes
Stump out their hearts
And use their blood for her daily bathe
Then dry their carcass into powder for death concoction
Tbk I so pity you
For you are the next on the line

i'm not blood thirsty but:


Prologue
My life stinks! Nay, it is not good looking itself
Yet it gives me an ocean in the eyes
‘Tis a search through past vastly that reveals
Intransigence in mouth breath and sound
Act 1 scene 1
She sat close to the banking rivers
‘Tis true she had been sealed
But that glowing attraction stood in between
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
I lured her into dirty black
By killing her husband
So together we would dwell
Act 1 scene 2
That day involved judges
And men in co-operate black
Twenty-five years was my sentence
And on the stand, she received a judge
Nay, it is not true
What did she have to do?
I gave her freedom from her man
Kissed the ground oh my soul;
‘Tis true I done been used




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No pictures please, no pictures please, thnaks.