Tis' another Christmas poem thread! 2003!

[XAddict]

Christmas is almost here
and my x-box is live and well
i cant find my gamecube
i think it burned in hell.

pS2 has also vanished
to where i have no idea
i kick and punched and nailed its face
as i finished my last beer

I think i will play online now
Football now thats the sport
but if im not in that mood
ill just take it to the court (basketball)

When Christmas days comes
ill probably **** my pants
I might open up Ghost Reacon
and do my favorite touchdown dance

So all ps2 and gamecube fanboys out there
listen up here is th deal
ill be playing halo 2 next year
and i wonder how youl feel


Believe i can not write poems or spell

[No Fear 23]

Originally posted by AloneInTheDark
PS2, outdated and jaded
no one wants a peice of gaming elated
so they go for the gamecube
but why? A stocking stuffer isnt my type

so why not have a large present under the tree
just imagine how excited you be
everyone loves big giant present
and an x on top makes it the greatest

so why think twice when you can play lag free
or run or shoot, or go stealthy
So this christmas tell your parents

there is now power greater than x

not bad

[l Maximus l]

A few more poems I've seen added
I give thanks to those Addicts and not to Bin Laden

I'm sitting here trying to pull something out of my ass
And I'm bustin' out rhymes hella fast

It's this Christmas rhyme action that has me postin'
All over the XBoxaddict...my keyboard is smokin'

Thinking about how this is my favorite place to be
But, if not here, it's on my XBox with happiness and glee

Earlier tonight my wife and I were decorating our Christmas tree
It's our first fake tree this year, but hey, we got it free

The stupid ass stand is weak and not a peice of art
My tree will tip over even if I breathe or even if I fart

But, after a few hours of perfecting this little case
My tree is standing nicely just like an ace

My wife and I put up the lights as they shine so bright
Yeah, we worked on it for hours...and yes, we had a fight

But, when the work was all done, we stared at it with a smile
The lights twinkling in the darkness surrounding and nothing else around for miles

It was just the two of us with our shiny tree
We got it from my wife's sister...delivered and free

But, when I thought it couldn't get better..what did I see?
An ice cold beer that my wife handed to me

I chugged a Newcastle brew down in roughly 8 seconds
As my wife gave me a hug in all her decadence

But, back to the Addict, my favorite place to rest
You all have to admit it, this site is the best

Not because of the amazing features, prizes, and all we give away
It's because of the members which I always look forward to seeing every day

Now, enough mushy talk from yours truly
I wouldn't want to bust out a rash and feel unruley

So, here's another poem I pulled out of my ass tonight
And to all of the Addicts, have another awesome gaming time tonight!

[Snoopy7548]

lol, that was a cool poem.

[SPARTAN VI]

LOL, I suck at poetry... MERRY CHRISTMAS!

[TheCovenant]

yes.

[JJaX]

That was beautiful max...

Im choking up......

[oddboy]

One day i was playin Xbox
and it blew up all of our ****s:
Cuz the disc drive broke
And I spilled all of my coke
I put a game in and started opening it and closing it simeotaneously and Max Payne barely works and then I take it out and try Madden and it doesn't work
And my teacher is a jerk.



I think that sucked!

[spike spiegel]

Some serious anger coming from above ^

Well here's a taste of my true poetic skills

'Twas the night before X-mas and all through the net not a sound could be heard, not even a PSO(vers one or two)

For the Dreamcast was dead. the Playstation was sad, and the cube didn't have(jack to play that is)

But the the clock struck 12:00, and alll that was silent was not, and all that was still, was gone.

as the clock ticked on a slight rumble was heard, what =was this you ask, why old Saint 'box, with a bag full of life, the gamers grasped this new found joy, and found that once again ther games came to life.

oh well not very good at rhyming, but you know they say poetry is just feeling put to paper(or some crap like that at least )