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Here you should speak in poetic diction
it can be anything, fact or fiction.
making rhymes too pass the time.
it can be stupid or intelligent, it ain't no crime.
Converse of topics upon this rule,
if you can't rhyme, you're not a fool,
try your best, don't be afraid,
now show us of what your made!
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Kajet
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This topic of brief interlude
Brings mirth to the normal dull mood
Though I can forsee
It invites tendency
To write limericks that often are crude
And so I will promptly demand
For any who might be at hand
To keep these rhymes clean
Rated PG-13
Violators will swiftly be banned! Just what kind of fun is that?... It beats getting hit with a bat I guess... |
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Lordbane2110
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Of Rhyming and slang
there will be abound
of crude talk, i doubt
there will be found
so lets all keep the topic flowing
the idea of which shall not be going
to wall where the crude doth lie
toliet humour please let it pass by
instead i ask upon the notion
to keep it gen without commotion
lets try not to stray from the verse
to swear, flame or even curse
so of the mod id like to say
about the slippy i mainly stray
the rocket launcher its does astound
when it's projectiles hit the ground
and now, tab's skins he's done us proud
with buckshot now we'll say it loud
of all the classes, stay out of our way
lest the shaft should come to play
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Moshman
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The shaft indeed is quite destructive
The power is strongly corruptive.
but the ammo so little
the shaft breif to fiddle
and your boomstick is so reluctive.
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Kain-Xavier
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A Haiku for j00
Pigs rolling in mud,
Then we kill them and eat them.
Sausage, bacon, ham...
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Draco
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Chainsaw hugging, and painting walls with red.
In simplier words, you just merely dead.
Fragging objects that move at such speed.
Just found my rokect launcher, better take heed.
Jumping and dashing, what a thrill what a thrill.
Boom boom boom, I JUST GOT ANOTHER KILL!
The action's intense, the battle goes on.
The time limit ticking, so I sing this song.
Tra la la boom bah, the bullets go a flying.
I laugh in their face as my opponents are dieing.
Time is almost up, better make this fast.
Just fragged another guy I shot him in the *beep*
Broke my record of keeping alive.
Found a pool of water better take a dive.
Swimming along, frantic as I go.
Made it to saftey, HO HO HO!
Found a BFG just sitting at my feet.
Gonna get more frags man, this is such a treat!
*beep* the timer's up, boy what a shame.
Getting kind of bored here, this poem's really lame.
Until next time my friends, I say goodbye for now.
GG man GG man.......................and how!
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Rev 9:6 "And in those days men will seek death and will not find it; they will long to die, and death flees from them."
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Kain-Xavier
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Reviving a dead topic,
Is like a piece of cheese,
Square-dancing its way into oblivion
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Phoenix
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See the flesh that's peeled away
See the crimson, bloody spray
What foul horror lies ahead
In the darkness, fear, and dread?
Corpses hanging from the walls
Screams of pain from haunted halls
At the end a pale red light
Bringeth forth a horrid fright
In the shadows, dark and black
Cometh now from crook and crack
Clicking, scraping, 'cross the ground
Terror wrought with every sound
Feel the presense, comes your death
Stench of fear on every breath
'Midst the wretched, cold decay
Corpse shall soon forever lay
No escape from piercing jaws
No flesh saved from tearing claws
No deliverence from this beast
No relenting from its feast
Ends the telling of this tale
Ends this life in howling wail
Nevermore to leave this room
Fate is sealed, met your Doom.
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  I fly into the night, on wings of fire burning bright...
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scalliano
Elite
Posts: 1102
Yup, that's me
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A Cyberdemon!
And I can't find my soul cube!
Run, everyone, RUN!!
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PSN ID: scalliano
The Arena knows no gender, colour or creed, only skill.
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Moshman
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I got no life see the police wanna relocate me drivin down the street in my cattolac, and my homies beside me coverin my back. Look where I live, downtown's got nothin to give, Passion mean nothin, my steal alls I luggin. I want outa here. Jesus's all I got for mamma's words means alot. to me. No, I'm not good boy, I used to steal others' toys, now I'm ridin in five-oh's roof, I'm inocent, but got no proof.. ============================= I tried my luck at gangster rap.  Did pretty good seing I don't listen to it. |
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Kain-Xavier
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There are many views in this world.
Of which, I know not all.
I am but a man, a creature,
Who craves the answer's call.
Though I am young,
I have oft pondered:
What is the reasoning?
Why have we wandered?
The path is arduous
And filled with trifles.
Vision is obscured
And comprehension stifled.
Yet still I wander,
Yet still I ponder,
And yet, I have decided...
The truth has been confided!
What is the answer that has plagued?
How is it that I am so crazed!?!
WHY!?!
I shall share...
Since I so do care.
No one shall know...
No one shall know.
Neither He, nor She!
Neither They, nor you!!
And most certainly, not I!!!!
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Damager
Light Guard
Posts: 19
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Awaiting Snapshot
wham bam,
thankyou mam,
plasma spam in my face,
I wipe the tears from my eyes in disgrace.
I used to be a quake 3 god
(in my head at least)
I used to never take quad
(let the nooblets have it)
I used to log on,
lock on,
aim, fire, strafe, dodge,
wtfpwn you all.
('OMGPWNT')
Now 56k noobs are better than
this old soldier,
gladiator, fighter.
Llama and ageing veteran.
GG. WP. they say to me;
mocking me.
ME?!
'WTF In my day..'
I shout in anger.
'WTF i'd own you all..'
I bellow in rage.
'1v1 grandpa?'
Came one reply,
'WTF.. Er no thanks'
I'd surely die.
Now this monster
is searching for battle,
for prime ripe pickings of
high ping cattle.
Grabbing every quad I can find,
blasting the noobs with my BFG - from behind.
I spot a player across the arena,
No one else - seems to have seen her.
Chat icon floating,
Smiling with glee;
a rocket jump across,
to where I should be:
Rail aimed and ready!
NOTHING can stop it..
*CONNECTION INTERRUPTED*
'OMGL33t0r ate BritneySpears rocket.'
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McDeth
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You Stupid bastards
Playing your silly thread games
My middle fingers.
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Phoenix
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The hunter swiftly stalks his prey
Peering down into the fray
From above, rockets rain
Ending lives, dealing pain
A lone sniper lines his shot
Thinks a lesson can be taught
Before the trigger can he squeaze
Hail of bullets, falls to his knees
From behind a hissing sound
Nothing there when you turn around
Round and round, round once more
Buckshot puts you on the floor
From above, death will find you
Wicked wings to terrorize you
Airborn Doom descends this night
Fear the Phoenix, fear his Flight. 
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Moshman
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You Stupid bastards
Playing your silly thread games
My middle fingers. You are like a hairy, bloody scab. Nasty, unapealing, propetual rudness in the line of sight. Everyone picks you off becaue you are ugly, or because they are embarassed to be seen with you, but you'll never stop you old sob, you'll grow back. Just a throw back of your "You can't read" comment. Oh sqis-py squirrel, Oh sqis-py squirrel, you are sqwished, and crispy, you are moshed and you are fried, you got hit and now you die. Oh sqis-py squirrel, Oh sqis-py squirrel, you are sqwished, and crispy. you are dumb, you crispified, on the power lines, you confied, Oh sqis-py squirrel, Oh sqis-py squirrel, you are sqwished, and crispy. |
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McDeth
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You Stupid bastards
Playing your silly thread games
My middle fingers. You are like a hairy, bloody scab. Nasty, unapealing, propetual rudness in the line of sight. Everyone picks you off becaue you are ugly, or because they are embarassed to be seen with you, but you'll never stop you old sob, you'll grow back. Just a throw back of your "You can't read" comment. Oh sqis-py squirrel, Oh sqis-py squirrel, you are sqwished, and crispy, you are moshed and you are fried, you got hit and now you die. Oh sqis-py squirrel, Oh sqis-py squirrel, you are sqwished, and crispy. you are dumb, you crispified, on the power lines, you confied, Oh sqis-py squirrel, Oh sqis-py squirrel, you are sqwished, and crispy. Observe my middle finger, you stupid little cunt; and while you're at it, osculate my fundament. |
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McDeth
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Hahahaha, this has been fun
Mahwawawa, I am done.
Bird I think you made it clear,
Even for all to hear,
That such language is abhorred,
and I'm sorry, I was bored.
I reckon I shall not force your hand,
'Cause I do not wish to be banned,
I can tell your mad, by your red tone
BTW Washu, you've been owned.
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