| Wednesday, November 19, 2003 - 09:44 am |
There once was a fat, smelly Monkey,
Whose odor was markedly musky,
So he trimmed off the hair,
From his groin without care,
What remained was so small and quite funky.
| Wednesday, November 19, 2003 - 09:45 am |
Now I know that this is pretty high-brow poetry, but don't be intimidated.
| Wednesday, November 19, 2003 - 12:07 pm |
You are very good Matthew.
| Wednesday, November 19, 2003 - 01:52 pm |
The praise of those who appreciate good verse only drives my ambition to new heights!
SimCountry war Haiku:
Along the border,
Soldiers mass to bitter hope.
They have no ammo.
Rockets rise on fire,
Fly above the birds and clouds.
The township is gone.
| Wednesday, November 19, 2003 - 02:29 pm |
This ruler was richest of all
Smaller masters would watch him with gall
He had tons of cash
Extra helpings of sass
Til one day was formed
An alliance who warmed
Cruise missiles inside his tight ass
| Wednesday, November 19, 2003 - 02:35 pm |
Ah! Another wordsmith picks up the thread!
| Wednesday, November 19, 2003 - 02:43 pm |
Aha! Another clever wordfool!
Supply and demand are astray,
And business is all in dismay,
Most workers are leaving,
The budget is grieving,
While the Game Gods eat server flambe.
| Wednesday, November 19, 2003 - 03:54 pm |
I knew you would bring this thread back :D
You dont know what youve done.
I have no choice but to compose an epic Simcountry 'poem'
And Matt, if you think YOUR poetry is highbrow and overly intellectual...wait till you see mine
*runs oiff for now*
| Wednesday, November 19, 2003 - 04:15 pm |
This thread has never really been gone. It has been lurking - biding its time like a blind and slimy salamander hiding in the dark and stinking muck.
Maybe I'll write a Sonnet titled "Ode to Avalon."