Read this poem today. Couldn't help but think of you guys.

TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both.
But who cares,
i will crap on the path right here

not much of a bel air ending but more like a professor oak finish. i like it.

This thread is lovely dark and deep
But I have promises to keep
And miles to go before I fap.
And miles to go before I fap.

i came

From what I have tasted of desire, I hold with those who favor fire...

shelly ftw

I thought you said Nelly.

Sadly, I would guess that more 4Lers have read Nelly's "verse" than have read Frost's freestyle.

Is it true if you read or write poetry, you have an increased chance of catching Ghey?

With a mind as filthy as mud,
I sit in the corner pulling my pud,
Locked in the washroom I avoid evil glares,
But, suddenly footfalls are heard on the stairs,
My mother burst in and began to pout,
At least I stopped before the white stuff came out.

what what in the butt
what what in the butt

We are the stuffed men
The hollow men
Headpiece filled with
Alas

That which has been brought before in the past
& that which has been pushed back to the future
Intertwining mellifluously in a steady stream of inevitability
Linked by disperate alternatives, alternating desperately
Embodied by MSPaints, emboldened by trip reports
B...B...V
For Life

High Windows

by Phillip Larkin

When I see a couple of kids
And guess he's ****ing her and she's
Taking pills or wearing a diaphragm,
I know this is paradise

Everyone old has dreamed of all their lives--
Bonds and gestures pushed to one side
Like an outdated combine harvester,
And everyone young going down the long slide

To happiness, endlessly. I wonder if
Anyone looked at me, forty years back,
And thought, That'll be the life;
No God any more, or sweating in the dark

About hell and that, or having to hide
What you think of the priest. He
And his lot will all go down the long slide
Like free bloody birds. And immediately

Rather than words comes the thought of high windows:
The sun-comprehending glass,
And beyond it, the deep blue air, that shows
Nothing, and is nowhere, and is .

wtf, that's not even a haiku

a man travels
pictures requested of him
or get out of here

(in before Rbt Fist Gimmick)

GIVE THESE PEOPLE THEIR AIR, COHAGEN!

i choose space man BRYCE

Good fisters make good neighbors?

This is the poem I read at my wedding reception...

More than a catbird hates a cat,
Or a criminal hates a clue,
Or the Axis hates the United States,
That's how much I love you.

I love you more than a duck can swim,
And more than a grapefruit squirts,
I love you more than a gin rummy is a bore,
And more than a toothache hurts.

As a shipwrecked sailor hates the sea,
Or a juggler hates a shove,
As a hostess detests unexpected guests,
That's how much you I love.

I love you more than a wasp can sting,
And more than the subway jerks,
I love you as much as a beggar needs a crutch,
And more than a hangnail irks.

I swear to you by the stars above,
And below, if such there be,
As the High Court loathes perjurious oathes,
That's how you're love by me.

by Ogden Nash