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Post by Big Trip on Jun 30, 2017 20:53:57 GMT -7
hello housemates, welcome to your fourth weekend in the big brother house! you've nearly been here a month, you troopers. for this weekend, you have the option to write a limerick and dedicate it to your favorite Big Brother for bonus points! all participants will receive a set number of points, but we'll choose a winner who will receive more. while multiple entries won't give you additional points, you can write as many entries as you like if you're not confident with your first entry, or i guess if your artistic spirit overtakes you. you're welcome to offer input to your fellow housemates on their poems. you have until whenever we remember to end this! have fun and good luck, everybody!
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him
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Post by him on Jun 30, 2017 22:14:29 GMT -7
there was a big brother named zort for the first weeks task he put in much thought for some reason or other trips now a big brother and zorts a big brother no more
DONE
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Post by bsam on Jun 30, 2017 22:43:36 GMT -7
there was a big brother named zort for the first weeks task he put in much thought for some reason or other trips now a big brother and zorts a big brother no more DONE
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Charlie
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Post by Charlie on Jun 30, 2017 23:37:35 GMT -7
I once had a brother named linda She ignited my heart like a cinder And though she was strict And wouldn't be tricked My love for her could not be hindered
I once knew a girl that was ace Who had a most beautiful face I told her she was pretty By writing a ditty In the hope of winning the first place
I've heard that among many mormons Celebrating birthdays is common So for Linda Rhaldeen's I shall purchase at Queens Lots of SLE friendly almonds
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Post by renuoquisby on Jul 1, 2017 0:15:17 GMT -7
To Beatrice: ^Zort I would much prefer it if you were alive and well. ^still a Big Brother Three children's home burns to the ground and they're taken to live across town The Count wants their fortune but loses the orphans Unfortunate events abound
Their new guardian's waggish and jaunty But there's no happy end for this conte Stephano (Count Olaf) exposed as a showoff But it's curtains for poor Uncle Monty
On a clifftop, her house overreaches Neuroses and grammar, she teaches The Baudelaire's aunt pseudocides to levaunt Captain Sham throws Aunt Jo to the leeches
Shirley tries to have Klaus get arraigned Orwell fixes his glasses and brain Now Phil's pants are half-price Charles is just barely sliced and Sir puts the kids back on the train
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Post by bsam on Jul 1, 2017 3:50:32 GMT -7
these are great
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Post by violetbunfortunate on Jul 1, 2017 4:57:25 GMT -7
Well this isn't great but it's the best I can think of for now:
To choose a favourite sibling This task has our heads a-spinning No, really, I can’t, Don’t make me, I shan’t, Choose (though it stops me from winning).
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Tryinem
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can i like sleep
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Post by Tryinem on Jul 1, 2017 9:38:21 GMT -7
There was once a girl on a ferry Who was in somewhat of a hurry So she registered and now Coming back from Macau Wrote a limerick that was sort of a slurry
While I indulged myself in the Venetian Came a Big Brother who was a librarian Well I don't really know this time Because I only wanted to rhyme And I'm trying to make this as lovely as a Dalmatian
Big Trip is a lovely lass Who always had some sass Yet when I returned Hong Kong showing in turn I really wished I had more poetic gas
Lmao I was really stuck when writing these.
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Post by bsam on Jul 1, 2017 15:19:53 GMT -7
All hail Linda, Big Brother perpetual She's the best, in no way ineffectual She's in charge of this house I would be her spouse But platonic as she is asexual.
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Charlie
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Post by Charlie on Jul 1, 2017 20:50:20 GMT -7
I literally love limmericks, tysm for this task
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Post by renuoquisby on Jul 1, 2017 22:57:31 GMT -7
To Beatrice: ^Linda Dead women tell no tales. Sad men write them down. ^Big Brothers ^silly limericks At Prufrock, some new friends are swell Nero and Carmelita just yell Coach Genghis's laps mean the orphans won't pass and the Quagmires are kidnapped, as well
On 667's sixty-sixth floor, Whatever's 'In,' Esme adores Then they're pushed down the shaft Friends' reunion at last Until Gunther abducts them once more
In the Village of Fowl Devotees Seeing faux crow hats makes Hector freeze Jacques is dead, couplets rain PI Dupin's to blame Baudelaires: on the lam, ill at ease
Heimlech Hospital's half taken shape Violet's hair tangled and mouth agape Baudelaires: accused liars and starters of fires In Count Olaf's trunk, they escape
Madame Lulu is not what she seems She may know what the Snicket File means Olaf's lions arrive (Olivia's demise) Sunny's gone; down, her siblings careen
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Post by bsam on Jul 1, 2017 23:38:45 GMT -7
i just realised what yu're doing. obvious first place nice work
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Post by renuoquisby on Jul 2, 2017 10:44:00 GMT -7
To Beatrice: ^Trip Our love broke my heart, and stopped yours.
On Mount Mortmain's slippery slope Triplet Quigley, survivor, kills hope Orphans try villains' tactics Decide they're too drastic Downriver, they float and they cope
On the Queequeg, shouts Widdershins: 'Aye!' Klaus, Fiona, and deadly fungi Sunny saved by wasabi Then to a beach foggy In the taxi, a pregnant ally
Kit recruits the orphans as flaneurs As each faction sets ruses and lures Dewey sinks in the pond With fire, Sunny responds And the last safe place is safe no more
Ish rules with iron fist and feet of clay as Olaf, pitiful, holds secrets past The Baudelaires find home by light of day The islanders find Eden never lasts A child enters the world upon the bank One final line alone: Beatrice Sank
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Post by renuoquisby on Jul 2, 2017 11:01:03 GMT -7
To Beatrice: ^Zort I would much prefer it if you were alive and well. ^still a Big BrotherThree children's home burns to the ground and they're taken to live across town The Count wants their fortune but loses the orphans Unfortunate events abound
Their new guardian's waggish and jaunty But there's no happy end for this conte Stephano (Count Olaf) exposed as a showoff But it's curtains for poor Uncle Monty On a clifftop, her house overreaches Neuroses and grammar, she teaches The Baudelaire's aunt pseudocides to levaunt Captain Sham throws Aunt Jo to the leeches Shirley tries to have Klaus get arraigned Orwell fixes his glasses and brain Now Phil's pants are half-price Charles is just barely sliced and Sir puts the kids back on the train To Beatrice: ^Linda Dead women tell no tales. Sad men write them down. ^Big Brothers ^silly limericks At Prufrock, some new friends are swell Nero and Carmelita just yell Coach Genghis's laps mean the orphans won't pass and the Quagmires are kidnapped, as well
On 667's sixty-sixth floor, Whatever's 'In,' Esme adores Then they're pushed down the shaft Friends' reunion at last Until Gunther abducts them once more
In the Village of Fowl Devotees Seeing faux crow hats makes Hector freeze Jacques is dead, couplets rain PI Dupin's to blame Baudelaires: on the lam, ill at ease
Heimlech Hospital's half taken shape Violet's hair tangled and mouth agape Baudelaires: accused liars and starters of fires In Count Olaf's trunk, they escape
Madame Lulu is not what she seems She may know what the Snicket File means Olaf's lions arrive (Olivia's demise) Sunny's gone; down, her siblings careen
To Beatrice: ^Trip Our love broke my heart, and stop ped yours.
On Mount Mortmain's slippery slope Triplet Quigley, survivor, kills hope Orphans try villains' tactics Decide they're too drastic Downriver, they float and they cope On the Queequeg, shouts Widdershins: 'Aye!' Klaus, Fiona, and deadly fungi Sunny saved by wasabi Then to a beach foggy In the taxi, a pregnant ally Kit recruits the orphans as flaneurs As each faction sets ruses and lures Dewey sinks in the pond With fire, Sunny responds And the last safe place is safe no more Ish rules with iron fist and feet of clay as Olaf, pitiful, holds secrets past The Baudelaires find home by light of day The islanders find Eden never lasts A child enters the world upon the bank One final line alone: Beatrice Sank
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Post by iammisterm on Jul 2, 2017 12:53:51 GMT -7
a limerick and dedicate it to your favorite Big Brother for bonus points!
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