Bad poetry corner

[Rommie]

The battle would have been quick but not long,
If the Outcasts could actually lock on
Yet even with their numbers,
Yet even with their Sabres,
They had yet to scratch the remnants

The battle continued with length and might,
A sound was heard, an echo from Skype,
As it seemed that the time was ripe

There came Panzer in his majestic Light,
With a Kronos in it's dauntless Might

From the depths of Coronado
The black monster arrives
Forward he drives
Deep into the fight.

Bearer or Panzer's rage
And fury
And Latin
And German alike.

Unleashes his turrets
On orange and royal alike
Hate is spewed in local
Taunts and curses they write.

But the enemy is proud
And forward he heads
Deep into the Colonial anvil
Crushed by awesomeness and rage.

Home the heroes head
Lulzing in group chat
For as they finally reach the den
Ten more heroes have arisen!

The leader yells the battlecry
Written in caps in local chat

Forward my minions
Straight and true!
Drive deep into the belly
Of the Outcast lulz!

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[Zynth]

There once was a miner.
He said he was for hire.
I asked him for help to mine.

Then along came a Shire.
Who promptly opened fire.
Without any role play at all.

The poor little miner.
Couldn't stand up to the fire.
And soon a blue message was he.

Somehow I question, why did the Shire.
Yes, why did the Shire, had that strange desire.
To blow up random people he sees.

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[Loken]

People don't seem to understand the purpose of this thread.

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[Marburg]

I understand, truth be told, & really tried to fail big & bold
But I followed a tangent arguably unclean
that I now consider "The Boots/Burg drag meme"

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[Rommie]

People don't seem to understand the purpose of this thread.

I didn't know Flood threads had a purpose.

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[Madvillain]

There once was a man named Damian Dingy
Mining for gold when his wallet got skinny
Truth to be told , a fullblood Bretonian
In his chavvy ways would bring gold back home with him

There came a merc and though duty called
Dingy held fire , he loved her eyeballs
Flying to her in his starblazer
He had a laser but no mini razor

He kicked down his thruster confessing his love
But she was a reaver and not a white dove

He yelled please stop shooting i'll buy you a horse
Too busy with dodging it sounded like morse
A price on his head and annoying on top
Silver responded ,




plop

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Baila Morena | Toilet Trouble | Elder Presidente[TBH] | The Titan Combat Manual | Confession

[Zynth]

People don't seem to understand the purpose of this thread.

People don't seem to me, that is,
to understand the purpose of this thread.
More often than not, the point they miss,
Will leave writhing in a moment of dread.

But why do I feel this, why is this so?
Shouldn't purpose in flood be a great big no.
Why do I think that sense should be in flood?
Why do I have to be such a stick-in-the-mud.

I was wrong, I shouldn't feel as such.
It's not like I really hate flood that much.
Flood is flood, seriousness is out of place.
It's an interesting realm, it really is a nice place.

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[Madvillain]

I've made a nice poem , and to Joe I showed it.
He did not appreciate , for his face exploded.
More bad poem less 'lancer
he shouted to me

But i have no life joe , can you not see?

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Baila Morena | Toilet Trouble | Elder Presidente[TBH] | The Titan Combat Manual | Confession

[Jihadjoe]

I've made a nice poem , and to Joe I showed it.
He did not appreciate , for his face exploded.
More bad poem less 'lancer
he shouted to me

But i have no life joe , can you not see?

Wonderful. This I approve of. Or something. Maybe approve isn't the word. It's truly crappy, as it should be.

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[Zynth]

I've made a nice poem , and to Joe I showed it.
He did not appreciate , for his face exploded.
More bad poem less 'lancer
he shouted to me

But i have no life joe , can you not see?

Bad poems, Joe did say.
Or at least what I heard him say.
So bad poems I did write
But then to my fright
Somebody said I was wrong.
He said too much Lancer was wrong.
But Joe did not clarify
That Freelancer doesn't qualify.
Why can't poems be bad and lancer.
Doesn't that make my poem a tad more fancier?
I guess then, my poems are fine.
Although sometimes they do indeed, cross the line.

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