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I shall post!
That I will boast.
But as for others,
they should post as well
Or I shall smother
someone with their ...hair?

::EDIT::((Oh yeah.. so called this page biggrin ))

Urban Arcana, you must join
Or I'll kick you in the groin
Short and sweet is how it is
Join or be made a fizz

(How does one make another into a fizz? O.o; )

Bored I am
Bored as Spam
Bored I be
Bored I see

Boredom is as boredom does
Boredom hath not chin fuzz
But boredom is a good thing
For those that need creative string

With which to weave a web of fun
And then perhaps shoot a gun
Into the air to make some sparks
To rain down into playground parks

Bored as a ham
Inside a tram
Beside a can
of Sam Toucan

But this tangent
Is not a pageant
Of my creative skills
On medical pills

Taken too much
And as such
Are quite insane
But quite innane

Boredom sense
Straddles the fence
Of sanity and crazy
The lands of facts and zanies

But then of course
There's no remorse
For those that seem
On the boredom team

But insanity is so much fun
Especially on a bun
With butter, salt and ham
But please, hold the spam

That clouds Barton Town so
It should be scraped away with a hoe
Because farming tools are such a way
To make people skitter away

But enough of this, enough I say
Caloo, cahee, cahoo, ca-lay
Flutter off I shall, on wings of snow
For it's the first snow of the season, yo!

First snow of the year,
One inch, I say! Fear!
It seems as though my birthday,
Shall not be so drear,
For the snow! The snow is here!

It may not seem that grand,
When only an inch obscures the land.
But it is still the sliding turf, so
Forget the beach and sand,
'Cause snow is in demand!

Some may say
It takes away,
From better things to do.
To them, I simply say,
"Nyeh!"

A profile done, for a new RP
I hope it's going to be fun for me!

A mermaid, yes, it's hardly been done...
Yeah, okay, so I'm not the only one sweatdrop

Still, we must start, hooray!
Urban Arcana, comes to save the day!

Er...not really ^^''

Hot hot hot! Seduce me, HAH!
You'd end up probably dead...blah.

Oh well, just try and give it a shot
I'm sure that he is very, very hot...

Tiring am I
While my brain does fry
Upon the grittle of life
And work is my wife

While I toil
Ideas spoil
And become flat
And not fat

Upon creative juices
And Canadian Mooses
Not named Bullwinkle
Or Chris Kringle

But instead I am fated
To have my ideas dated
To something beyond reach
Though my skin is peach

And thus I am random
And working in tandom
With a man called Baloney
He is not a phoney

Chimpanzee meatloaf
Is something to dream of

My fingers freeze,
So do my toes!
Ah hah, what a tease!
Or so the cold is.

Damn cold I have!
You all gave it to me!
Viral infection nuu!
And so it is to be.

v.v;