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  • A very short poem about call all shots games

    I just made this up

    If Fred picked a pocket
    Which one would he choose?
    If he chose the wrong one
    He would probably lose.

    I am pretty good with word games even though I failed English in my HSC

    Hope some people get a laugh

  • #2
    Nice one Fred, you made me go and dig up some of the poems I wrote about pool over the years and here's a couple I posted in the old forum.....



    An Ode to a Hired Gun.



    When I first joined, they'd always win
    They all knew how to use the spin.

    A hired gun was someones' thought
    When losing even though they fought

    With everything they had, and still
    They could not trust the others skill.

    It must be rigged, how can it be
    That they get beat so easily ?

    Although they practice hard and such
    Their skills don't count for very much.

    The wild, wild west of Miniclip
    Where men are men yet let it slip

    That they aren't man enough to lose
    To some old lady on the booze.

    A proper man would understand
    that there is nothing underhand,

    There's no such thing as a gunslinger
    MC have not slipped in a ringer.

    If you lose it's your own fault
    Just take it with a pinch of salt

    You lost this one ? Just move along
    What doesn't kill you makes you strong.





    Bigger Than Yours



    When it comes to a fight
    To see who's the best
    The advantage just might
    be with the one who is blessed
    To be born with a gift
    That will help him to win
    Due to the natural lift
    Within in his own skin.

    A boxer would find
    That his reach and his height
    Would leave his opponent behind
    As he knocked out his lights.

    A runner would like it
    when he has long legs
    To help him to hike it
    Faster than those with short pegs.

    A swimmer would assert
    That his big arms are a boon
    And that it doesn't hurt
    That his speedos make the girls swoon.

    A footballer is grateful
    For thighs like tree trunks
    As well as for lycra
    To keep tidy his junk.

    Jockeys are happy to be very small
    So are the horses who have to carry them all.

    But an online 8baller
    Doesn't follow natural laws

    He's not bigger or taller
    He can have many flaws

    He is not born with a skill
    To help open Fames' doors

    His cue is his thrill

    When it's bigger than yours.


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    • #3
      Originally posted by Nanny Ogg View Post
      Nice one Fred, you made me go and dig up some of the poems I wrote about pool over the years and here's a couple I posted in the old forum.....



      An Ode to a Hired Gun.



      When I first joined, they'd always win
      They all knew how to use the spin.

      A hired gun was someones' thought
      When losing even though they fought

      With everything they had, and still
      They could not trust the others skill.

      It must be rigged, how can it be
      That they get beat so easily ?

      Although they practice hard and such
      Their skills don't count for very much.

      The wild, wild west of Miniclip
      Where men are men yet let it slip

      That they aren't man enough to lose
      To some old lady on the booze.

      A proper man would understand
      that there is nothing underhand,

      There's no such thing as a gunslinger
      MC have not slipped in a ringer.

      If you lose it's your own fault
      Just take it with a pinch of salt

      You lost this one ? Just move along
      What doesn't kill you makes you strong.





      Bigger Than Yours



      When it comes to a fight
      To see who's the best
      The advantage just might
      be with the one who is blessed
      To be born with a gift
      That will help him to win
      Due to the natural lift
      Within in his own skin.

      A boxer would find
      That his reach and his height
      Would leave his opponent behind
      As he knocked out his lights.

      A runner would like it
      when he has long legs
      To help him to hike it
      Faster than those with short pegs.

      A swimmer would assert
      That his big arms are a boon
      And that it doesn't hurt
      That his speedos make the girls swoon.

      A footballer is grateful
      For thighs like tree trunks
      As well as for lycra
      To keep tidy his junk.

      Jockeys are happy to be very small
      So are the horses who have to carry them all.

      But an online 8baller
      Doesn't follow natural laws

      He's not bigger or taller
      He can have many flaws

      He is not born with a skill
      To help open Fames' doors

      His cue is his thrill

      When it's bigger than yours.
      Gold Nanny, they are fucking great

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      • #4
        apparently we have some poets
        and most of us didn't even know it
        I love my cue! https://i.ibb.co/Mn4F0sm/gg.png

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        • #5
          Originally posted by johndoe View Post
          apparently we have some poets
          and most of us didn't even know it
          Well some of us do
          Without holding our cue
          But you do know
          Don't you John Doe

          Do you have a sister Dill? sorry that is a joke I made up years ago

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