Cannot the post count
from the late 1400s
to the early 1500s
be called “shakespearian bard?”
The bard in us all hath swordly spoke
in simple jest and villanous joke
in implied tones, even and disjointed spread
across the cyclic land of forums bred
and doth he not deserve a tiny bit
of numbers that reknown his shit?
Wherefore doest thou thinkest this may yet be all for naught?
For sooth the moderators in their rage may place thy thread in purgatory, yet
we may implore them upon their gracious generosity to leave thy thread to its resting.
Forumosa Admin, with benign intent,
Has a careful ear to your suggestions lent,
And adopted them, so raise a glass,
to Forumosa’s most obvious ass
et
.
[quote=“Maoman”]Forumosa Admin, with benign intent,
Has a careful ear to your suggestions lent,
And adopted them, so raise a glass,
to Forumosa’s most obvious ass
et
. :p[/quote]
Can 'ere be true that in a single night
as fear of vile retribution
didth wrack my sleep with tumultuous fright
That this at first shame-erred contribution
Might now be set upon a fleeting plate
And with an avatar share a moment’s fate?
By day and unto the night,
in his chamber seeing by naught than tallow’d light,
succumbing to his wit were parchments by his pen scar’d,
and he henceforth remember’d as the immortal bard.
The acknowleged fedora doth tip in a southernly way
That our rawhide friend has made known his sincere say;
The humble words that tumble from this creation’s thanks;
Our little village here is based on unseen nails and oaken planks.
And still, oh thee thy leave me cold,
thy have with gestures and puffing uphold
the thread vindicated and thy title made
but yet thy image remains unchanged.
[quote=“Mr He”]And still, oh thee thy leave me cold,
thy have with gestures and puffing uphold
the thread vindicated and thy title made
but yet thy image remains unchanged.[/quote]
The present image chosen here I shall eternal keep
The bard’s love, warm in my chest, although true and deep
Doth not make me, to his image memorable, a servile sheep.
The night herself has brought my spirit here
Lost upon a time ago when spirit clean
That I did mistook a lamb in woods for deer
And shook my coat shivering to a sheen.