Everyone is an Serial Killer, RB! (Another Truce)

[Ircher]

Out from the background came a great shout.
It said, “Be kind and sweethearted and don’t you dare pout.
For kindness begets more and makes people soar
But pouting does the reverse and will get you sent out.”

[Ircher]

The worst is the best.
He quacks like a duck you know.
His name is a lie.

[Ircher]

Where did you all go?
Are my poems really bad?
Make your own I say!

[the worst]

haikus are easy,
but do not always make sense,
refrigerator

[Ircher]

The worst is a duck that quacks quite a lot.
He has quite the persona that is much sought.
His biggest detractor is that his name’s a disaster
So have fun as he quacks quite on the dot.

[Ircher]

We need more poems.
Certainly you have ideas.
So go write them here.

[Ircher]

There once was a ms user whose name was Ircher.
Despite the resemblence, he isn’t really an archer.
What he is is that he’s a wiz
That has a hard time developing relationships he nurtures.

[Ircher]

In the beginning
God said, “Let there be a light
Within this darkness!”

[Ircher]

A challenge to thee I give:
Speak only in poems like this.
Do it and perhaps you may live;
Fail and your life will be at risk.

[Ircher]

A whole page will be filled
With epic poems while we kill
Our enemies so that they kneel
And surrender to our will.

[Ircher]

Are you friend
Or are you foe?
Please just lend
Your writing flow!

[Ircher]

And above all else
To thine own self be true
For you cannot fake
That which you are not.
You were made perfect,
Carefully crafted in the womb;
You are who you are
Because indeed you are special
So don’t give it up
Trying to be someone else!

[Ircher]

Mafia is quite the chore.
It takes up much time
And makes us all sore.

So why do we play it?
We play it for fun
While honing our wit.

[Ircher]

Are we allowed to edit our posts?
Oh whoops, I just scumslipped
I’ll fix it as quietly as a ghost.

[Ircher]

Touchy
Adorable
Loving
Young

[Ircher]

Talented
Helpful
Energetic

Wise
Open
Random
Sly
Tearful

[Ircher]

Seriously now!
Why is this thread so quiet?
Go write poems here!

[Ircher]

Bang the drums!
Blow the horns!
Give a great shout!
For the Lord has risen!

[Ircher]

Past, Present, Future
Red, Green, Blue
Land, Sea, Air
Town, Mafia, Third Party
What do these all have in common?
They come in three,
A reflection of the trinity.

[Ircher]

There is both light and darkness
And the two forces are ever opposed
But despite their great differences,
They share much in common as well!

[Ircher]

Haikus are poems.
Five Seven Five Syllables
They indeed possess.

[Ircher]

Just a few more poems to go.
This is easier than you may suppose.
Do not worry about rhymes
They tend to grow old with time.
Just let your thoughts flow!

[Ircher]

Here’s a fact to make you think:
Infinity does not equal infinity!
If that isn’t strange, it gets stranger yet:
Infinity can be less than a finite quantity!

[Ircher]

Perhaps I should stop
But we are almost there!
Just two more to write
So give a great shout!

[Ircher]

I really hope I don’t die!
There is still so much to try!
Perhaps when I die,
I’ll sprout wings and go fly
I just hope the end isn’t nigh!