Manbush
Joined: Nov 08, 2005
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Nov 22, 2006 - 00:18 |
 
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There was a Haiku thread that was a lot of fun, so I thought I'd try getting a limerick one going. Here goes :
There once was a coach on Fumbbl
Whose cherrypicking was not humble
Khemri challenged my elves
So we fouled them to hell
He conceded the match and he grumbled
hehe stupid Khemri. This poem is a true story, check it out 
http://fumbbl.com/FUMBBL.php?page=match&id=1449944 |
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I put the liquor in the same bottle his and mine, and mine was at the bottom, and, sure, I was obliged to drink his to get at mine |
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shadow46x2
Joined: Nov 22, 2003
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Nov 22, 2006 - 00:20 |
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there once was a man from nantucket?
--j |
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keggiemckill
Joined: Oct 07, 2004
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Nov 22, 2006 - 00:47 |
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There once was a coach named Quan
Who could never do anything wrong
He whined about his bad luck,
despite being 4 Touch Downs up
I now avoid all coaches from Hong Kong
(I made it all up. If there is a coach named Quan I am sorry) |
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"Keggie is the guy with the bleach blond hair that gives answers nobody else would think of."
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Smeat
Joined: Nov 19, 2006
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Nov 22, 2006 - 01:03 |
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There once was a team from Nantucket,
Who carried their luck in a bucket.
They once said with a grin,
as they threw the ball in,
If our luck was all bad we'd be <royally screwed> |
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Let's go A.P.E.!
(...and what exactly do you think they do with all those dead players?...) |
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freak_in_a_frock
Joined: Aug 02, 2003
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Nov 22, 2006 - 01:24 |
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There once was a fling team i'm told
Who felt extremely cold
The treeman had died
So they ate him, deep fried
To stop him from turning to mold |
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Manbush
Joined: Nov 08, 2005
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Nov 22, 2006 - 03:13 |
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Hehe so far so good, Keep em coming! |
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Happy is the person who can laugh at himself. He will never cease to be amused
I put the liquor in the same bottle his and mine, and mine was at the bottom, and, sure, I was obliged to drink his to get at mine |
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Meech
Joined: Sep 15, 2005
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Nov 22, 2006 - 04:30 |
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There once was a coach of lore
A texan to be sure
He played Synn a game
and cried "how lame"
now we see Texan no more
There is a coach named Meech
Who's goal it is to teach
when you throw in the towel
as he start's to foul
I ask, Now who's the beetch?
There is a coach named Emphasy
He is a lucker...
(it's all I got) |
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Putting the FU in fumbbl since 9/2005 |
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lordchaos
Joined: Sep 30, 2004
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Nov 22, 2006 - 04:50 |
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There once was a time I coached skaven
a gutter runner with 7 skills I was cravin'
till the rat got squished
and finally finished
his career in a zombie haven. |
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I am the Razor Ramon of BB and I would 16 turn foul my own mom, so don't be surprised when I do it to you! |
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ozjesting
Joined: Jan 27, 2004
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Nov 22, 2006 - 05:04 |
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There once was a man called SkiJunkie
Whose client turned us all into monkeys
We sat, stared and played
Ran, passed and slayed
And all up it is rather quite funky |
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Oblitzamanger
Joined: Jan 31, 2006
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Nov 22, 2006 - 05:29 |
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A Wood Elf refused to die.
Everyone wondered why.
So I cracked his head,
and put him to bed,
and he fell just like a fly. |
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DonKosak
Joined: Apr 06, 2004
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Nov 22, 2006 - 08:42 |
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Here's one I did in this thread:
The ref of the game was called Hans.
He was killed by my murderous fans.
I heard them howl:
"Now you can foul!",
and decided to give it a chance.
That ruined my opponent's mood.
He whined and he called me a brute.
I don't understand.
What's wrong? I just can't
stop my players from giving the boot.
The postmatch sequence gave me gold
and starplayer points - and behold:
The ref he was raised
as a zombie and chased
to The Lands of the Damned, I was told.
The Fumbbl Poem Contest hosted by DDF showed some funny limericks too. |
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Ironik
Joined: Jun 28, 2004
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Nov 22, 2006 - 09:35 |
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a long time ago come a dorf on a track
he walked thirty mile with a sack on his back...
(continue please)
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Enar
Joined: Mar 05, 2004
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Nov 22, 2006 - 09:57 |
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drunk on foul beer
his vision unclear....... |
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DonKosak
Joined: Apr 06, 2004
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Nov 22, 2006 - 14:01 |
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...and for stomping on elves he had just a knack. |
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Macavity
Joined: Nov 23, 2004
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Nov 22, 2006 - 17:52 |
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Ok, not Fumbbl related, but best I've ever heard!
On the chest of a barmaid in Sale
Were tattooed the prices of ale.
And on her behind,
For the sake of the blind,
Was the same information in Braille. |
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