Rayne
04-16-2008, 10:59 AM
OMG!!!...This stuff is still on GOOGLE *Kisses Google*
Urge started with this:
there once was a goth gal called rayne
who liked guys with long hair - and vain
she would pull out her cam,
and they'd say 'take this one ma'am'
untill along came Urge - being a pain
ok that wasnt great but it took me 60 seconds
when up on the roof came a thundering crash !
its another fake vampire who fell on his ass !
he thought he'd come in and give me a bite
but he lost his fake fangs down his throat in the fight.
i'm all dressed in black ! i'm cool and can fly !
so i tossed him out the window and said 'ok, try'
as his face became closer to the hard gravel ground,
i saw he was right - he could fly - straight down !
so let that be a lesson to you wannabe vamps
it works in the movies and similar camps,
but if you come tapping on my window glass,
i'll get down with my Van Helsing, and hand you your ass
i think i'll rework 'twas the night before xmas properly for Horror ..
try to get it done in time for the holidays
Then he posted...
My Horror Forum Rip on Xmas, and wannabe Vampires
sort of a reworking and expansion on what i previously posted.
'twas the night before Christmas,
and all through the forum,
The members were bickering,
As is the decorum.
Pictures were posted
all over the place
of MD's wee head
Adorned with Kpro's wee face
Some members were nestled
all snug in their beds,
With visions of monsters
with multiple heads.
And Rayne in her goth gear
and me in my sweater
sat down to write poems
- the longer the better.
When out on the lawn
there arose such a clatter
I shit in my pants
there was a great splatter!
away through the window
went my head with a crash
I tore open my veins
on a long piece of glass
the moon on the breast
of the newfallen snow
gave the luster of red
from my bleeding, below
when what to my bloodshot
eyes should appear,
but a miniature coffin
and 8 zombie reindeer
there's a creepy old driver
with one hand on his dick
it was a fake vampire
some goth wannabe prick.
more vapid than beagles
his corsette off it came
and he farted and stuttered
and called them by name
Now, Fulchi!, Now Miner,
Now, Soavi! and Argento!
On, Bava!, On,Raimi!
On,Chrononberg and Romero!
From the tips of their toes
To the top of the head
Slice away, Dice away
Make them all dead !
As dry heaves as before
the main vomit fly
When they meet with a chicken bone
mount to the sky.
So up on the housetop
the zombie deer flew
with a coffin full of bodyparts
and that goth poser too
and then in a twinkling
i heard on the roof
the sounds of the zombies
and that 'dressed in black' goof.
As i drew in my head
the glass cutting my feet
down the chimney he came
after beating his meat
he all dressed in retro
from some ancient year
from his doc martin boots
to his fake vampire gear
a pair of glass fangs
he had put in his mouth
he was over compensating
for what he was lacking, down south
His eyes were lacklustre
his pockmarks were many,
he looked haggard and tired,
From not 'getting any'
His narrow little mouth
was drawn up in a sneer
"I'm here for your blood"
I said "how 'bout a beer'?"
His nails were all pointy
and encrusted with grime
he looked like a bum
who had not a dime
A thin ugly pale face
and long stringy black hair
a tattered old cape
and stained underwear
he was sallow and ill
a right pathetic young vamp
i laughed when i saw him,
he looked like a tramp.
when he raised up his cape
and reared back his head
i immediately knew
i had nothing to dread
he looked a bit nervous
but still tried to attack
he got one step closer
before i kicked his nut-sack
he puked and he retched
some escaping his nose
he collapsed into the fireplace
and up the chimney he rose
he stumbled to his coffin
leaving barf in his path
the zombie deer caught a look
and started to laugh
but i heard him exclaim
as his 'sleigh' became free
"Merry Christmas you fucker"
and crashed into a tree.
happy holidays kids !
Urge started with this:
there once was a goth gal called rayne
who liked guys with long hair - and vain
she would pull out her cam,
and they'd say 'take this one ma'am'
untill along came Urge - being a pain
ok that wasnt great but it took me 60 seconds
when up on the roof came a thundering crash !
its another fake vampire who fell on his ass !
he thought he'd come in and give me a bite
but he lost his fake fangs down his throat in the fight.
i'm all dressed in black ! i'm cool and can fly !
so i tossed him out the window and said 'ok, try'
as his face became closer to the hard gravel ground,
i saw he was right - he could fly - straight down !
so let that be a lesson to you wannabe vamps
it works in the movies and similar camps,
but if you come tapping on my window glass,
i'll get down with my Van Helsing, and hand you your ass
i think i'll rework 'twas the night before xmas properly for Horror ..
try to get it done in time for the holidays
Then he posted...
My Horror Forum Rip on Xmas, and wannabe Vampires
sort of a reworking and expansion on what i previously posted.
'twas the night before Christmas,
and all through the forum,
The members were bickering,
As is the decorum.
Pictures were posted
all over the place
of MD's wee head
Adorned with Kpro's wee face
Some members were nestled
all snug in their beds,
With visions of monsters
with multiple heads.
And Rayne in her goth gear
and me in my sweater
sat down to write poems
- the longer the better.
When out on the lawn
there arose such a clatter
I shit in my pants
there was a great splatter!
away through the window
went my head with a crash
I tore open my veins
on a long piece of glass
the moon on the breast
of the newfallen snow
gave the luster of red
from my bleeding, below
when what to my bloodshot
eyes should appear,
but a miniature coffin
and 8 zombie reindeer
there's a creepy old driver
with one hand on his dick
it was a fake vampire
some goth wannabe prick.
more vapid than beagles
his corsette off it came
and he farted and stuttered
and called them by name
Now, Fulchi!, Now Miner,
Now, Soavi! and Argento!
On, Bava!, On,Raimi!
On,Chrononberg and Romero!
From the tips of their toes
To the top of the head
Slice away, Dice away
Make them all dead !
As dry heaves as before
the main vomit fly
When they meet with a chicken bone
mount to the sky.
So up on the housetop
the zombie deer flew
with a coffin full of bodyparts
and that goth poser too
and then in a twinkling
i heard on the roof
the sounds of the zombies
and that 'dressed in black' goof.
As i drew in my head
the glass cutting my feet
down the chimney he came
after beating his meat
he all dressed in retro
from some ancient year
from his doc martin boots
to his fake vampire gear
a pair of glass fangs
he had put in his mouth
he was over compensating
for what he was lacking, down south
His eyes were lacklustre
his pockmarks were many,
he looked haggard and tired,
From not 'getting any'
His narrow little mouth
was drawn up in a sneer
"I'm here for your blood"
I said "how 'bout a beer'?"
His nails were all pointy
and encrusted with grime
he looked like a bum
who had not a dime
A thin ugly pale face
and long stringy black hair
a tattered old cape
and stained underwear
he was sallow and ill
a right pathetic young vamp
i laughed when i saw him,
he looked like a tramp.
when he raised up his cape
and reared back his head
i immediately knew
i had nothing to dread
he looked a bit nervous
but still tried to attack
he got one step closer
before i kicked his nut-sack
he puked and he retched
some escaping his nose
he collapsed into the fireplace
and up the chimney he rose
he stumbled to his coffin
leaving barf in his path
the zombie deer caught a look
and started to laugh
but i heard him exclaim
as his 'sleigh' became free
"Merry Christmas you fucker"
and crashed into a tree.
happy holidays kids !