Welcome to the Pit of Doom!

[Ghyle]

Welcome to the pit of doom
where you've kindly made some room
for the smurfs to rot away
and smurfhunters to come and play
with guns and poison, knives and traps,
so come on in for fun, chaps!

[Scavy]

If it is doom you do provide
then seek not to flee and hide
because regardless of where you cower
you will be covered with a doomy shower
please do not be shy enter today
or else there will be no one with which to play.
So if you truly want your own pit of doom,
then come inside, there's always room.

[Sharon]

:shitfan:

The Pit O'Doom has escaped the Willet.

:eepfaint:

[Purpura]

This is one scary thing so ripe,
must all the posters do a poem to type?

[Ghyle]

You can poem if you like: it is never a must,
for some folks are too terrified, or cannot be fussed!

[Scavy]

But if they chose to go without prose
then they must be prepared for punishing blows,
for if you can't stand the doom rhyme
you will find yourself short on time,
since doom's the word on everyone's mind
so please if you would be so very kind,
but if you don't feel the need, don't be scared
you only have to face an evil smurf with it's massive fangs bared.

[woollymouse]

Finally someone found a way of transporting those abominations out of the willet. Pity we lost the pit of doom however.

No smurf fanged or otherwise would dare to tangle with a non poem making Woollymouse!

[Ghyle]

Some of us, dear woollymouse
are wise enough to leave alone
the only mouse to have a house
that's made of smurfy blood and bone!

[Milo]

Smurfs don't have fangs.

[fejar]

Smurfs who drink the blood of others,
are adapted from their brothers.
Fangs they have to take their feast
so all who're wise beware the beast!

[Scavy]

And dragons who seek to make a fine rhyme
must be careful and bide their time
for fire charred victims is what they seek
this one cannot get if they are meek
and if one is not patient and wise
then they will have no tasty dinner before their hungry eyes.

[Ghyle]

These fangs you see are only mine:
I had them, falsies, planted,
so that it seems that I would dine
on those that have not ranted,
but have allowed a smurf too near,
too close to neck and corpus,
because they may forget to fear
the smurf--"No smurf would dare to warp us!"
Beware the smurf that lurks in lonely, shadowed nights
around the pit of doom: he's more than merely fright!

[woollymouse]

He's waiting for a drinking partner.

[Scavy]

But doom he would drink in this pit so dark
even with his smurfy fangs bared
yet this state of doomy lurking cannot possibly be on a lark,
for living in this dark and secretive world, he must be sacred.
Of what we cannot say yet
but it would seem to not be seen
but to scare a smurf into lurking I would bet
the thing would be incredibly mean.
But what if this was his choise
after all, living in a pit cannot be all bad
yet with so few visitors one must enjoy the sound of his own voice
good thing he can be declared quite mad.
Yet if we label him so are we not judging?
this cannot be avoided so it must be said,
A smurf lurking in doom is quite an unusual thing.

[Sharon]

Scavy Lad with your Words of Doom,
Bide your mother a fond hello
From Socrates the cat and Me.

[Scavy]

It shall be bidden as you say
But sadly this shall wait for another day
for today my words of doom do arise
by the way, your cat may have eaten the Monopoly Dice.
An since you happened to roll a ten,
you landed on CHANCE, roll again!

[Ghyle]

That is no cat, you wanton minx,
that is the latest building: a sphinx!
The version played, Egypt-ian,
where jail is tracts of desert sand!
And the top hat is a fez--
an oriental game, I confess!

[Purpura]

Sharon scritch your cat gently
and say the scritch's from me.
Also take a cat nap with him,
see what's next on his whim.

Find a coworker of yours, a Lug,
and then have them give you a hug.
That hug will be from me.
Yes I am being silly!

[Sharon]

The cat skritches will later recieve
For now I let the sleeping cat lie
Curled in a chair next to me
Despite our morning cat nap
He is weary and dreams of fish

[fejar]

My cat pauses,
looks superior
haughty even.
Then licks paws
flanks, tail.
Clean, satisfied,
in control,
my cat.

[Ghyle]

Beware, O cats,
the smurfs in hats,
for they will come
with overproof rum
to get you as drunk
as a skunk
untill you've sunk
as low
as you can go!

[fejar]

My cat called Widget
she like not the rum,
she do like cookies
and pastries
and potato chips.
Intriguing beast,
my cat.

[Milo]

Jungles are dirty.
I am too.
I need a shower.
Phew.

[Socrates]

Why the jungle?
Do you seek the great cats?
Panthers, jaguars and such?

[Cherlyn]

This dingy, dusty dungeon,
at the bottom of the bottomless pit,
is ruled by a curmudgeon.
Lest others forget it.
But yet ! I have his bane,
at the risk of sounding smug.
Yet does it remain
need I lose the Pug?

[Ghyle]

Lose not the pug,
loose not the pug,
the dungeon is so evil,
it is ruled by
a large marsh fly (http://www.iceinspace.com.au/forum/attachment.php?attachmentid=22983&d=1170178550)
and staffed by leech and weevil.

[Purpura]

I heard a kitten last night
She meowed in kittenish fright
my hubby said Black/white
was her color in sight.

I did not see her
Wish I had seen her
if I had I'da wanted her
A rule here stops that Grrr.

[Ghyle]

A kitten is cute,
but not like a newt,
but is Rabble?
I babble!

[Purpura]

I feel weepy
I am still sleepy
but my eyes are not red
I wish I could go back to bed

I am afraid I must lurk
I have to get ready for work
The clock goes tick tock
I have to be there by 1 o'clock.

Luckily I will be off by ten
then it's back to bed my frien'

[Lyra]

**bump** :runaway:

[Ghyle]

the sudden return of 750 000 battle-hardened smurfs must be tempting to the seasoned smurfhunter....

[Lyra]

**snicker**

[Ghyle]

then get in there are start smurfhunting, Lyra--avenge the sett!

[Sharon]

***saddles up Nigel the Mighty War Platypus***

***Unracks flame thrower and loads up on grenades***

HiHo! A Hunting I will go!

[Ghyle]

there is an unearthly wailing, a shimmering haze in the air, and the rumble of millions of pent-up smurfs as they stir and shift restlessly in their squalor and misery: they await youready to take down a feared and infamous smurfhunter!

:smurf:

[Sharon]

***Sets up the artillery, the catapults and such***

***begins decimating the abominations to manageable numbers***

[Cherlyn]

*Equips with:
Sherman tank
SCUD Missiles
60 caliber machine gun
rifle grenades
bazooka
pea shooter
switch-blade knife
Bowie knife
fillet knife
hatchet
letter open
paper shredder
an IRS auditor
and 30 Pugs in armor.*

[Ghyle]

*with shrieks and war cries, the smurf counter assult begins, and the air is soon thick with flying blue body parts and the stench of dying and dead smurfs*