She bath'd with roses red, and violets blew

She bath'd with roses red, and violets blew,
And all the sweetest flowres, that in the forrest grew.

Show me that Sup Forums is the supreme linguistic master race.

OP is always
A big, gigantic, faggot
Sup Forums isn't clever

Your a cunning linguist.

Nigger, nigger, nigger
OP faggot nigger
lol kys

I r gewdz wif duh typinh yno?

Cupid stunt.

Hurr durr
Talkin' an' shit

Bright lights and southern skies,
Bring memories and tears to my eyes.

MOAR

The other times, I just love to sleep,
And in my dreams, fallen deep,
The world is safer there
I can live life without a care.

And so the user posted his post, his fickle twist of thread direction, his melancholic shift from false wisdom to true beauty, his appreciation of good things be they poetry or a picture of some whores anus. Thank you user.

Bait

Is there something to the spelling errors that I just don't get?

The accusation fulfills the prerequisites for the premise. Bait.

>"Life is but a dance:
when finished, the end
is because it was
beautiful to be;
not to get somewhere."

Stirdy

That was cool huh huh
When we killed that frog huh huh
It won't croak again

Shitpost

gold

OP's a faggot, and a retard too
I'm not doing your english homework for you
For someone who hasn't got a single clue
On how to construct sentences and rhyme where its due

I stick muh dick in that butthole
She kicked back like a mule
Muh balls get hurt
Daaaaaaamn

we wuz kangs

And with that the nigger niggerly niggled the niglets niggle, for this niggle was no ordinary niggle, nay, t'was golden nugger.

I once took a shit in this stall,
so thick and so firm, it stood tall.
It balanced on end,
that shit did not bend,
but fell over and scraped my left ball.

I once typed something
------ The thread ends here ------

10/10 - A harrowing tale of tragedy and regret, with a satisfying sprinkle of absurdity
-IGN

Oh dude, i ate a fucking 2 mil scoville or something salami, and sitting on the toilet fuck off you speak for my soul

This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name

Lethal projectiles
Aimed at reptiles
Best get yo
Money in order 'fore you get checked now

Begrimed in the temple sanctioned to me
From birth the blood to which corrupts my youth
To which did seize before I could agree
And strip me of my sense of self and truth
Rip forth the joint from bone to leave without
To let my flesh seethe and shrivel away
Eyes fixed forward, removed from foundless doubt

WIP

Thanks, Gruntilda.


Of Roses and Violets and all sorts of flowers
I've found none more beautiful in all th' fields I've scour'd
With hair much more golden than any pitiful grain
And eyes green like th' sea, on th' hour before rain
Th' ferocity of a Wolf, and th' grace of a Robyn
Th' body of a Goddess, and reservedness of a dobbin
T'was only a year ago, but 'tis already th' end
"Oh, I'm sorry! I like you, but only as a friend!"

Well then. This went as far as money can get. Gg hf Sup Forums