Crestfallen Studios

I say, let us make an extraordinaty ploy. We shall see who can articulate himself most eloquently within yonder forum. Do note I am not cunning with ye olde grammar, so hold consideration if you please.

Here posteth I thine rules:

There shall be no abscence of proper punctuation and capitalization, should this come missing said writer shalt be called a ferret and must wallow in self pity. If that is not acceptable so be it, but nonetheless the writer shall lose ten points.

There shall be no spam, should one writer be accused and found guilty of spamming he will lose twenty points. Spam are such posts taht contribute nothing to the discussion.

There shall be dealt points to he who can use articulation hard to match, such as alitteration and excessive rhyme.
Here are the point values:

* Every post using proper grammar awards the poster two points.
* Rhyming sentences shall be worth one point each.
* A sentence using complete alliteration such as: An articulate aardvark arrive at appleton and ate all aliens after an appetizer. are worth ten points. Do note that no words shall be used only to fill space, and it must contribute to teh current topic at hand.
* Limericks are worth five points.
* Palindromes are worth ten points.
* There shall be no pointing out of others miscomings, a simple typo can be edited away for a text as smooth like silk.
* An edited text shall suffer you one measly point, this to give you reason to think before action.
* Each unedited typo shall suffer you two points on the day of counting.

More rules might come as of yet, but now we shall set a topic. The topic shall be:

Things I like/dislike about spring.

If you continue with such language you may well become a sophistical rhetorician inebriated with your own verbosity. Maybe you will become a chthonic hermit intoxicated by a lexicon of polysyllabic words. It does not become you to have wroght this ephemeral display of vigilance. The true effulgance of the English language can not be found in such a circumlocution. One should endevour to make one's statemens potable for all, else they shall ridicule you into absconding perforce.

You do make an extraordinary point good sir but please stick to the mater at hand, spring: Product of satan of a joyful tiding full of birds and love?

I do believe, my friends I cannot see,
That such a post was treachery,
For young Poenaensis, while gifted with grammar and vocab use,
Did not refer to spring, and now must suffer the abuse!
Personally I find it dull a season,
To be spent gaming with little reason,
How is it you others feel?
Similar? Or do you approach spring in Zeal?

I did wonder right now,
This posts points, many how?
For I am the laziest in all my county,
Please somebody calculate my post’s bounty!

Ok still no spring, but:

my friends I, cannot see,

perhaps?

This post's points, many, how?

Yet awesome, heh.

Points shall be given at a time I see fit.
Don't ask me when for I shall call you a git.
I shall proceed to the season of love.
Spring causes my heart to soar like a dove.
The snow does melt and the trees do blossom.
And I get to rest in a ladys fine bussom.
My spring filled with dancing will be.
That is the only thing I foresee.

Poenaensis wrote:ok still no spring, but:

my friends I, cannot see,

perhaps?

This post's points, many, how?

Yet awesome. Heh.

It is meant to be "my friends I cannot see," refering to friends that I cannot see. I had the apostrophe in there at some point when typing that, I can't for the life of me recall why I removed it. And as for the other, well you have me there.

Do kindly not this topic with accusations fill.
Because that would be spam and your score surely kill.

What knavery is this? The town ass Poenaensis has gone utterly aflutter with random gesticulations with no foreseeable objective in my eyes. Perhaps he'd do best to remove his uncultured presence from this agora of wit and charm we have founded in this fair forum. I prithee, scamper from this land, you scandalous cur! Should your presence choose to remain in this plane of elevated wisdom, I shall be forced to unleash upon you a mighty reckoning of which this blue earth has never seen!

[Posh Accent]Quite right, dear Telephanion you do say,
But many will come to spend this day,
Thinking up rhymes and raps aplenty,
In an attempt to make points over twenty.

Oh how I implore thee,
Who’s fair “bussom” do you coddle,
In comparison to blossom and tree,
In spring, ducks do waddle. [/Posh Accent]

We've been dashing though the slush,
Through snow that turns to mush,
We were in a rush,
Onto Christmas Day.
The crowds were most offensive,
We were apprehensive,
Of gifts that were expensive,
All we did was pay.

But spring is here,
So do not fear,
This misery's at an end.
Yet resolutions,
Need evolutions,
With which we can't contend.

Flowers bloom,
Dispelling gloom,
For those who care to see.
Though nature's work,
We do irk,
How happy we could be.

If we would but take a while,
To see that work's what we revile,
We'd want Spring to last a while,
And revel in carefree bliss.
No cares and troubles we would show,
If we would but let our stress flow,
All would have a radient glow,
Ergo I end with this:

Roll on Summer, Autumn, Winter,
Until it's Spring again;
For the magic wrought by the mother's heart,
Is far beyond my ken.

Such long poem must be drivel,
But I apologise to seem uncivil.
Have at you and what not for,
Whomever be at a loss, be not sore.

For whilst in fun and frolics do we rhyme,
Though a plentiful way to spend our time,
We do not seek to hurt our Crestfallen.
Now spring is in the air, sniff not the pollen!
For many a child, felled in a wiff,
Has fallen pain to Hayfever's metaphorical cliff.

Pretty peculiar poem Poenaensis, perfectly performed.

On another note to Fitz Tayo.
I'd rather cover myself with Mayo.
How could I tell whos bussom I have felt,
When that bussom was felt through a pelt.
Nay I have never caressed a ladies lumps.
For I am a gentleman who never grabs humps.
But alas I still indulge myself in company of women.
Even if my intent is not to fill them with semen.

PURE FILTH




keep up the good work!

As I have entiteled myself the honour of judge I say that was a tacky insult, albeit bold, twas tacky. Shame on ye, do keep to the rules at hand. Let us move on shall we not?

Spring, ah what a glorious season it is, I wonder what could be the best part of it? The euphoria of love perhaps.