Yes write some poems to the most awesome , most funny , most handsome , most toughest , most merciful , most agressive , most humble ,of all the stone monkey's that ever felt pain.


How great is the hair on my body.
You hairs , stand at attention for the host with the most has given you life.
Come forth and grow , as your mission is to show the light to understand.
You demons and gay monsters ,my men will give you a bashing with much strife.
The crown of glory has been offered , but first i will take the pain headband.
Theres no file like the Monkey file,theres no staff like my staff.
Did you wanna come with me as a hair, maybe you can be a graft...........zion

There once was a rock as old as time,
(This has to be shortened so it can rhyme)
It became pregnate and gave birth,
Everything shook, most of the earth,
And from then on the monkey would eat sleep and climb.

Ta-daa!

Samas

there once was a guy called monky.
He was very funky.
Not like samas.
he is an ass. :lol: :D :rolleyes: B)

-funky out :ph43r:

There was some shoulders made of iron
And there was a forehead made of bronze
There was a cloud made for fly'en
And a staff that weights some tonz...........zion

that was the crappest piece of poetry i have ever read, it literly spits in the face of free verse poetry!

your second poem dosnt even rhyme! :P :D

-funky out :ph43r:

nor does yours!

so my poem dosnt rhyme,
is that a crime!?
anyway you tool its called free verse,
now i shall give you the voodoo curse!
oh yes! i almost forgot!
monkey is cool and also very hawt! :D :rolleyes:

-funky out :ph43r:

Funky Monkeys poetry skills need much improving
My poetry, on the other hand, is deep and moving.
My poetry could make the most masculine cry,
Curl up in a ball, and wish they would die.
Funky monkey is a n00b,
He could never dream of working out a rubix cube.
And 'hawt'
Is not
A word
You turd!

I used the word hawt cause i was acting like a fan girl,
when it comes to poetry im the big shinny pearl.
now i shall pull out a witty call,
one that shall beat them all.
YA MUM
HAS A BIG BUM
now its time to end this bout
im funky (the winner) and im out :ph43r:

In the world before monkey there was no order.
In the world after monkey there was no border.
He traversed all the glories and choose to be last.
Because he knew he could push them past.
Not forgetting his ability to make people smile.
And the rest of the gods did smile for a while.
But some didnt like that monkey was fun.
And there began to be war with all magic tricks under the sun.

your poem is awkward zion,
its is close to being ######.
i dont think it is monkey you should rely on,
maybe you should turn it into a rap.
lol no offence meant mate,
im just messing about.
turn it inot a rap and itll be great!
later interner friend, funky out :ph43r:

i dont like rap,
i believe rap resembeles something that rhymes with the word 'rap' and is another word for poo.
if i say the word, it will be bleeped out, i shall demonstrate: ######.
And this is all that i have to say or do.


HA! it all rhymed! thats right!

there was a monkey who break dances
who spins on his stone head and glances
at all the chicks who want to be the queen
but monkeys chick is from god and the rest dream.

monkey was funky
sometimes he got drunky and looked like a monkey
pigsy got drunky
sandy is a fishy boy that stinky
tripitaka needs a hair cut :blink:

right.... im gonna leave that one...

I have silenced the sage from Qld :lol: ........zion

lolololooloolololololololololololloololololololololoooooollllooooolllolololololo

LOL B)

Funky out :ph43r:

oh! by the way,
that was me.
I'm not gay!
im gonna tak a pee.

On a journey our
friends must travel for
the sacred scriptures.

BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH SPAM
Funky_monkey is who i am.

:ph43r:

there was a band of monkeys who played on the internet
some were fun others a bore and some you would want to forget.........zion

hgahahahah that was great!
there is no debate! :ph43r:

what sort of stew has priest,monkey,pork and fish
why do the demons allways ask for that dish
if invited to feast with horns,teeth,evil eye on stew
You better check the kitchen is not serving demon menu

A star wonders if when the king
Refers to a forgetteable monkey
He means a girl with an attitude thing
Because she's not that funky.
The bright light ponders wether this king
Refers to her as a bore
If the king has a problem with the sun
Then I guess we are at war.

ahahahhahaha!

zion just god served!
maybe it was something he deserved.
when kids see zion on the street,
they yell he git pwned!
that sunny chick sure is l33t
it looks like zion has been disowned.

i tell this tale that comes from the start.
u mentioned the star?,were u there? and in what part?
dont ponder to long apon this monkey ,my life mimiks art.
you will have to see me in person,to know of my heart............zion

hahahahaHA!
what a teeny little star
look st it up in the sky.
the isolation is going to make me cry.
yes i am funky the art fag
i am funky and my tities wont sag :ph43r:

the crowd yells "monkey king of the hair"
the buddha yells "you cheeky monkey"
demons yell "dont fight monkey in the air"
the women say "monkey is hunky"................zion

Theres a special place where the egg did come and tumble.
Was from the beginning to show monkey to be humble
The immortalness of this in grand scale.
Was the fact that all kids do love this wise tale.
You cannot understand till u see him in action.
And call apon some power that leaves you in traction.
But who do you call that knocks you out of your socks.
Maybe a little prayer for the one called the Ancient of rocks..............zion

I heard a small rumor that monkey is real.
with the rock as a tough guts and me as the meal
That only leaves the monkey spirit the last of the three
The kingdom is real too , but its only one tree? :ph43r: ...........zion

ive never been one for a cryptic rhyme
im just too impatient to take the time
to read all the meanings between the lines
straightforward and simples the style of mine. :D ;)

one monkey hanged from a tree
with his gold headband he called to order
his people to be good and free........cors

there once was a monkey who sucked a hairy c*o*c*k.
he got hungry and wanted to eat some birds.
turns out he ate the whole flock!
after that adventure the monkey took several terds..................rion

This poem section is for the inspired words
not for the use of bird mixed monkey turds.
so funky monkey who is the art fag
lift up your standard or get put in a bag.
we need to hear some rhymes without flaw
and talk about things that leave us in awe.
there comes a time for every sly word
to be put in its place and to be called just absurd.
ive seen some harsh words that was all about jest
but the moral of this thread is to be numbered with the best.............cors

when strangers appear and knock on your door
will u discard them as worthless and poor
they could be some people so important to life
that they are on a tough journey to free us from strife
so remember that not all strangers are sneaks and monsters
but maybe lots are pilgrims with honor....cors

people who bully others over the net are cowardly scum.
is what i am saying reminding you of someone?
a jolly little fellow IRL.
but on the board his kind hartedness goes to hell.
do you remember what this guy had to post?
the little guy we all knew as toast.
now that the holidays have left me bitter and ######ed,
i am certian it isnt my 'quality' posts you have missed.
yes i am funky the art-fag
and im here to kick ass so zion ###### off with that bag. ;)

hooray hes back from holidays, but not with a smile :)
the holiday art must have depressed him and dulled his guile.
that bag you refer too may have really been a honor to wear.
as monkey's that are bagged become fully aware.
lets give him a chance to funk us out to the brink
but for now young diciples just follow the link......cors

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sun_Wukong


paticularly names and titles and the word(h¨²s¨±n r¨´ b¨´d¨¤i)

she parts her hair with a razor blade
she cuts her arms but she's not insane
as she bleeds she just smiles and says it takes away the pain

all of her friends say she has no right
to look in the mirror and hate the sight
she decides that shes not gonna eat tonight

i wish that i had wings and a halo
so i could save you from this hell
i wish i could do something but i don't know
how to save you from yourself

he was a junkie before his first cry
dad was always drunk and mum was high
he soon learned no-one cared so he turned to a little white line

when daddy pulled a gun it was time to escape
so he grabbed his stash and he ran away
no-one cared so he's on the streets and now it's his 15th birthday

no-one wants to get close enough to care
so when the fallen look for help theres no-one there

so now that you have wings and a halo
how can i live with my guilt
i only needed one thing to save you
and that was the guts to stick around

lets no mix words here young grasshopper with style
u seem to be posting strong words with no smile
i feel that u need to keep training and focus on whats good
and become in full control ,and great , i know u could
now from 15 to 23 wont seem very different at all
as the years go faster you will try to recal
that there is things u can do that are worhty of a laugh
dont forget the master and his trials to keep u on the path.......cors