write a poem about sgt_steve

For winning the "write a poem about Hillary" contest, sgt_steve wins the privilege of having poems written about him.

Let the entries begin!

I'm the new guy who likes the Reds.
Sgt. Steve said that wasn't right.
He's making me get nude.
For an extra 21 nights.

sgt steve, sgt steve
no matter how much you kick him
you can't get him to leave

What!?! It rhymes!!!
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You are so whack.Wiggity whack?Nope, just the regular kind.
You can't dust for vomit
This is the Governor's wife. -- You mean she's not the hooker?
It's time to separate the awkwardly feminine from the possibly canadian

Sgt underscores the essence of Steve
He seems to know the drill
He conceals nothing up his sleeve
Nor marches us up the hill

Oh how I wish I could write like Steve
His odes, and stories and prose
His words work never to deceive
And speak as plain as your nose

If only I had won over Steve
The poem regarding Hillary
You'd all be writing all about me
In all my fineitude and frillery.
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"Fantasy is an exercise bicycle for the mind; it doesn't take you anywhere, but it tones up muscles that might." Pratchett

Sgt Steve

Poet Laureate
Of the boardello
Those he has met
Say he’s a fine fellow

I wish I could rhyme
Like Sgt Steve
With meter and time
Falling with ease

I wish I were funny
Like our Laureate
Quick witted and pun-ie
And not aureate

Oh Sgt Steve
For our own self aureate
We have a great need
For our Poet Laureate
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I honestly never thought I would live this long. Now I don't know what to do with myself.

- rjr_ca for "found art":


Steve, Steve bo Beeve
Banana fanna fo Feeve
Fee fy mo Meeve
Steve

who the heck is art?

Sgt. Steve, beholder of all that is writ
And writer of poems and holder of thought
He regales us with verse, and prose and wit
Tells us what's good, and what should be ought

On the board of the Author Guy we find much humor
From FL, and Palmer, Deb, Sara and jaandlu
But Steve-o comes forth, and he's no late bloomer
so we seek out his posts, rebuttals and et tu.

I wonder where we can find another so erudite
Another whose thoughts are as developed and witty
A man who's attention is focused, not outta sight
A man with morals that never stoop to jokes about titty.

In all this we find the great Sgt. Steve
And my sonnet is over, so I am relieved.

ken wrote:

...A man with morals that never stoop to jokes about titty

What? Damn, I must be slipping.

sgt_steve wrote:

ken wrote: ...A man with morals that never stoop to jokes about titty What? Damn, I must be slipping.

much like my breasts
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"Fantasy is an exercise bicycle for the mind; it doesn't take you anywhere, but it tones up muscles that might." Pratchett

deb wrote:

sgt_steve wrote: ken wrote: ...A man with morals that never stoop to jokes about titty What? Damn, I must be slipping. much like my breasts

No wonder I was slipping.

Ahhhh . . . now the universe is restored to it's normal balance. Makes you perk right up, doesn't it?

sgt_steve wrote:

deb wrote: sgt_steve wrote: ken wrote: ...A man with morals that never stoop to jokes about titty What? Damn, I must be slipping. much like my breasts No wonder I was slipping. Ahhhh . . . now the universe is restored to it's normal balance. Makes you perk right up, doesn't it?

like you were Victoria's Secret itself.
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"Fantasy is an exercise bicycle for the mind; it doesn't take you anywhere, but it tones up muscles that might." Pratchett

Palmer, who won the contest!!!!
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"Fantasy is an exercise bicycle for the mind; it doesn't take you anywhere, but it tones up muscles that might." Pratchett

Steve has a weave on his face,
It's beard that is feared every place.
It's as fuzzy as a monkey that is fuzzy everywhere,
Like a monkey, Steve's a junkie for the fuzzy beard hair.

Yes, Steve has a weave on his face,
It is groomed like he shroomed, what a waste.
He was off on a trip in a psychedlic sky,
Now his face has a beard and he can't remember why.
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Twitter: jefftunes

deb wrote:

Palmer, who won the contest!!!!

Me again?

I'm on sabbatical until I get a shitload of writing done 'cause I want to be an AG and I'm fifty-frickin-five and I don't want to saying this at sixty-frickin-six!

Okay -- Ken wins.

And before the whining starts, it's a sonnet, folks; an authentic Shakespearean sonnet -- even if the pentameter is a tad loose.

So the winner gets to have a poem writ about him, and so on...

You get the idea, Deb? Good, 'cause now you're in charge, seeing as how interested you are in who wins and all.

(Show us your breasts and you win. )

Are you saying Ken won because he's got better tits than me? Man, that ain't right.
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"Fantasy is an exercise bicycle for the mind; it doesn't take you anywhere, but it tones up muscles that might." Pratchett