Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Emote,
I con you,
you con me,
we con ourselves.
Little smiley,
and eye roll
laugh at the grinner
behind his confused back,
at which point
he turns redfacer,
til he gets mad,
frowns,
cries,
then goes all sad.
The saga continues.
Surprize man
turns shockingly evil,
lightbulb goes on,
twisted appears,
wink, wink,
exclaim, exclaim.
say no more.
Question Mark,
points to the arrow,
and I'm cool with that.
No need to view
anymore.

Obviously, I love 'em!

Cute poem, hest!

You made me real big.

Why is it always a emotiman
where are the emotiwo man
they all run and hide from me :
cause I give them head aches
I am only interested
and they call my questions debates

a float boat of emote.

LOL

~westie

That was a birlliant emoti poem hester
I am not just saying that
I think I might be an emotiman myself.
who knows what emoticons lurk in the yellow hearted

somebody quick!...get me my ray gun....p-l-e-a-s-e!!!!!!!.....thanx hest...my own emoticon poem...just what i always wanted.....peace out and dat