Variations - Words edition...

The above is confusing me more,
That Salt finds girls with no cocks to be bores,
Guys insist that we send tit pics,
‘Cos if we don’t, we must have dicks,
So just swap dicpics ‘mongst yourselves and leave alone us whores!
 
The above is confusing me more,
That Salt finds girls with no cocks to be bores,
Guys insist that we send tit pics,
‘Cos if we don’t, we must have dicks,
So just swap dicpics ‘mongst yourselves and leave alone us whores!
No idea where I said that
I assume you're just being a brat
For removal of doubt
Just want my cock about
I only like girls with a twat
 
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The above is confusing me more,
That Salt finds girls with no cocks to be bores,
Guys insist that we send tit pics,
‘Cos if we don’t, we must have dicks,
So just swap dicpics ‘mongst yourselves and leave alone us whores!
You whining that no one sends pics?
Your bio says that you're still his
And you don't want no sex chat
No flirting or like that
Or am I just being real thick?
 
I assume she must’ve meant me,
I will assure you I have no peepee.
I’ve got curves and a slit,
That could make grown men quit,
And one that I pierced just for glee
Lol I definitely wasn’t implying otherwise, just teasing Salt, taking what he was saying to its logical conclusion
 
Americans everywhere rejoice as limerick week ends...

I genuinely thought this would be an easy week, as these are poems embedded in British culture since childhood. I had no idea they were so alien to the colonial commoners amongst us...

So this week's style will be something alien to us all I think... The theme this week is

Dreams

And the form is a nonet

Now assuming no knowledge from anyone, a nonet is a simple concept, with a highly rigid form, like a haiku.

It is 9 lines long.
There are no rhyme rules, so rhyme or not to your hearts' content.
There are not rhythmic dictats.
The only rules is around syllables. The first line has 9 syllables, and then it decreases by one each line until the final, ninth line only has one syllable.

Have fun, and I hope people find their brains fry less...
 
Of course they are in my mind
Reveries, nightmares, torments
In a cerebral cloud
They are always there
Sometimes dormant
But they will return
To haunt my soul
Totally intangible
Until I
Wake
God I feel a cunt here...

I love the poem, but it's not quite there form wise...

Line one should contain nine syllables
Line two should reduce down to eight
Then seven in the next line
And so on, and so on
Until you have reached
The last line, nine
Which has just
One, and
Ends
 
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God I feel a cunt here...

I love the poem, but it's not quite there form wise...

Line one should contain eight syllables
Line two should reduce down to eight
Then seven in the next line
And so on, and so on
Until you have reached
The last line, nine
Which has just
One, and
Ends
And lines
I am geriatric ,I lost count and forgot to check
 
Before I start, yes, I know I am a dork.

A Murder At The End Of The World
Closer, Derailed, Monsieur Spade
Children Of Men, Inside Man
Blood Ties, Sin City, Trust
Shoot 'Em Up, Anon
Duplicity
King Arthur
My fave
Clive

OK, I'll get my coat....
 
Before I start, yes, I know I am a dork.

A Murder At The End Of The World
Closer, Derailed, Monsieur Spade
Children Of Men, Inside Man
Blood Ties, Sin City, Trust
Shoot 'Em Up, Anon
Duplicity
King Arthur
My fave
Clive

OK, I'll get my coat....
That's really good. Very clever
 
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