The Rhyming game

flirtation, rotation, (lol - just kidding- but it rhymes!! )

 

Peaches, Marja, Mr. Blaze, Nadrah, Ugule an the one turned into to a frog to, these are the names of a few.
The Wildman be missing them here, an to each he sends good cheer.
This list is most likely not complete, an we need the bushes to beat.
I don't want to see any go away, it makes the Wildman sad I say.
Wilders is the best place of all, so come back soon an let's have a ball.
Ten-forward is the place to be, so soon your avatars let us see.

Thanks
Wildman

 

It is very true
it is I and you know who
we've been at school for a while
but don't worry, I won't wreck the school tile

I have some good teachers and some bad
but I hope I'm able to remain glad
I'll check in from time to time
and I will remind Id Girl that it's time to rhyme

 

it is truw I love school.

 

Hello Wildman, my very good friend
Luv & best wishes to you I send
The Wilders gang I will never forget
Cuz they are the greatest, wanna bet!

Now why would I turn a prince into a frog
Then send him to sit on a silly old log
On Halloween, my magic wand I shall wave
And all the handsome princes I shall save.

I grant them a harem of lovely girls
Blondes, brunettes with lots of curls
Some slim and some with a few love handles
They all will wear very pretty sandals.

 

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Peaches I am so glad to see you back, don't stay away so long again, you gave the Wildman a panic attack.
I have told the Mullet and Id Girl to about you.
I have told them it was you who started this rhyming thing that Grandpa agreed for them to come to.
I would be willing to bet it won't be long before they come along.
As you can see they take after me in this rhyming category.
The older one, bless his little hide is more on the music side.
You're right about Wilders, but that I think we all knew. Ya bet ya nice people will always shine through.
Well for tonight this poem is through, but I'd bet you still have a few.

Thanks
Wildman

 

Oh Wildman, doncha panic cuz Peaches is back
Recovering from a Wilders withdrawal attack
She has finally moved into her new "digs"
No longer homeless nor eating figs

I look forward to meeting Mullet and ID Girl,
Could they be a sparkling gem and a pearl
Grandkids belonging to the loving Wildman
Or did I guess wrong with head in the sand.

 

Hey everyone, what's up and what's down
this I can say without a frown
I have a band, my grandpa should well know
I play the Bass which I learned very slow

My Bass playing has definitely payed off
because I'm going to a recording studio a lot
our sound engineer knows a man called Tony
as you can see, she's not lonely

He has produced for the Rolling Stones
which shall bring us far back home
if he likes our songs, he'll sell them nation wide!
But if he doesn't, we'll have to go and hide

I hope we make it from point A-B
I wish good luck to all of thee

 

Hey Guitar God, Mullet and Id Girl to, grandpa gets free concert tickets for life to see the three of you.
Wouldn't that be a kick in the pants, for grandpa to become a rock groupie as his years advance.
Hey we wont let grammie know, as grandpa may try an catch a rock groupie girl (but she would have to go slow).
Hey guys this is no joke, these kids ain't half bad, and this from a country music loving bloke.
Maybe with my rhyming thing, grandpa could write some lyrics that some day the whole world may hear you sing.
No it won't be about me crying in the beer, but it just might make one shed a tear.

Thanks
Wildman

 

In this thread the entire month of September went by, and not a one of us gave it a try.
This is enough to make the Wildman cry.
I know the poetry is within us, so please lets not let this thread wither and die.
From time to time lets give this thread a try.
The Wildman now says bye bye.

Thanks
Wildman

 

Oops, has it already been almost a year,
when we were all together here, drinking a beer ?!
Time sure goes by soo fast,
can't remember sometimes what task I did last !!
But Wildman, please don't cry,
instead look forward for another day,
someone wants a rhyme to try !!

 

across the miles
you touched my life,
opened my eyes, and
filled my empty heart-

strangers, yet friends,
our spirits reach out,
always touching, never apart- -

you in the east,
me in the west,
never together,
never apart- -

 

Ah once again, we are back here to rhyme, and this makes the Wildman happy and makes him feel fine.
The above poem has touched me you know, but this is also one sweet lady I'll have you know.
Most of the people who post here at Wilders are now like my extended family, and this is the thread that I tell my grandkids to post on frequently.
I am sure happy that we will not let this thread die, and you know you will here from the Wildman, who may make you glad or make you cry.
My poems and stories I hope to continuously write, and with this I now bid you good night.

Thanks
Wildman

 

Yes, your plea has worked and all is fine,
sometimes it works to reclaim the thoughts of mine,
Now don't tell me it's sappy
when I say that I'm glad our Wildman again is happy !!

 

Halloween, it's almost time,
For me to make a little rhyme.
I'll haunt you just a little while,
While my teeth I sharpen with a file.

Ready too bite, and draw your blood,
It'll run a river like a flood.
And as you gasp for your last breath,
Your heart is pounding in your chest.

I'll give you one last kiss goodbye,
But do not fear you will not die.
You'll live again so do not dread,
You'll just be part of my undead.

[MOVE]Muahhahahahahaha!!!!!!​

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Indeed, my friend, it's time to start to fright,
the lights are flickering, oh what a night !
Tell me though, still many days to go,
will you be scaring little Misses, till time to be a crow ??

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With the pictures the Wildman tried to get spooky, but they actually look a little kooky.
The Wildman with the pictures does now try, and may post some more here by and by.
I hope my grandkids remember me on that spook day, a hand full of candy I say.
Now if the adults want to give it a try, the suds to the Wildman they can drop by.
The Wildman likes the month of October I'll have you know, for it is now that one of his favorite brews makes a show.
Oh to be back in Munich in one of them tents, for that the Wildman does lament.
Ah all is well, my Wilders buddies are back to rhyming do tell.

Thanks
Wildman

 

Oh, Idee Idee Idee Idee Idee Idee I.

This here is my little poem
For this years Halloween
I hope that you will like it
Just enough to make you scream
I'm not very good at this
But I'm no Elmer Fudd
Just watch out for the Vampires
Cuz they will drink your blood.

Oh, Idee Idee Idee Idee Idee Idee I.

The Irish celebrate it too
I bet you didn't know
They really need to drink alot
To put on a good show
Whiskey, wine, and green beer
And most of all good ale
I hope that you don't drink too much
Or you might turn rather pail.

Oh, Idee Idee Idee Idee Idee Idee I.

This is the end of my song for now,
I know it is a crime,
But it's really rather better,
Than meeting Frankenstein.
I will say a prayer for you
Of this you can be sure
And I'll hope for Mr. Werewolf
You can find a cure.

Oh, Idee Idee Idee Idee Idee Idee I.
Oh, Idee Idee Idee Idee Idee Idee IIIII.

 

Bettlejuice says he is not good at the rhyme, hey I think he rhymes just fine.
Willie Waggle Dagger he does not have to be, and that is just fine with me.
Spooky night this month will appear, and Bettlejuice should be in good cheer.
Well this poem is short this time, see some times even the Wildman can draw a blank for the rhymes.

Thanks
Wildman

 

Written by an eleven year old ...

The most beautiful girl you'll ever see
And everyone wants to be like me
As their hopes grow thin
I start to grin
I laugh
hee
he
!


Their hopeful eyes are so very teary
They see things oh so bleary
The more tears they cried
The harder they tried
I smile and they
Grow dreary
So dreary
They no
longer
can
see
cle
ar
ly
!

 

There are witches in my mailbox.
What am I to do?

I found them there this morning,
doing things they shouldn't do!!

How the witches got there,
I haven't got a clue.

But they won't be there much longer
because I'm sending them to

YOU!!!!!!

The witch has kissed you!

Before the warts begin to spread,
Pass the kisses on instead!

 

Oh yippity, yippity dyyy !
we are the witches that rule Wilder's skyyy !! http://img442.imageshack.us/img442/5567/hexe1ia.gif
We tease and we play,
and we love to sing,
to many's dismay ! http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/107.gif
And once we're sittin' with
nothing to do,
we just stir up a secret, tasteful brew !!!

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We witches here, fly on our broom[/SIZE
and light up the sky, and your room
with shining silvery light
Casting shadows on the moon

 

Come out all you witches,goblins and ghouls
It's time for us to make some fun-Halloween rules
We'll scamper here and there scaring all
Oh what a wonderful season is fall

 

Ah to see us back here at rhyme, makes the Wildman happy all the time.
The month of October is one I like, gee make a guess as to why I might.
No it is not the ghouls and goblins nor the witches brew, it's that elixir so divine that has the Wildman smiling every time.
The month of October is special in yet another way, for it is the month that my two grandsons came to earth to stay.

Update news on the Mullet I say, the trumpet he does play.
From the daughter I found, that at high school football games he is making his sound.
In junior high do tell, he is the first trumpet chair, and his music fills the air.
In case he would get upset with me, he plays a mean guitar also for us to see.
Guitar God is in the drama way, and has a part in a production play.
The importance of being earnest is what he is in. Grammie and Grandpa will be there for the first performance to begin.
Id Girl has yet aways to grow, but her design talent is really starting to show.
If she wound up a major fashion designer, I don't think anything would look finer.

I must contact the Mullet and tell, he is behind for the rhymes, but he may not yet have the time.

Thanks
Wildman