Tuesday, July 25, 2006

Some more poems...

There was a guy,
His name was Luc,
He went up to the girls,
and their innocence is what he took...

He would travel all around the world,
Meeting many types of women,
And even though he disliked it,
He liked the taste of lemon...

So bad was he,
The one they called Luc,
That he did never give back,
The innocence of which he took...





This is for Isaac, as he did not see,
The poet that you have all helped me to be...

I do not mind, writing anybody a rhyme,
as hearting you all, is my favourite past-time...




There once was a person called Chris,
And, oh how he loved Liquorice,
In the middle of the day, he'd store some away,
Then say, "What the hey" before he gave in to the fetish...



There was a person called Atk,
If someone hit him he'd hit them back,
One day he got drunk, and smelt like a skunk,
The next morning he was tied in a sack...



Pencil in hand,
Blank piece of paper in front of her,
There's a high enough demand,
She will not stir...

Drawing to perfection,
Like a refelction,
She colors and shades from dusk to dawn,
She's never worn,
She could be drawing you,
The one they call Nyuu ;o



Arvid, Arvid, far and near,
Over there and over here,
What color shall you make your hair today?
Pink or brown or mabye grey!

If you're bieng naughty,
He'll kick you I bet,
But if your bieng good,
He'll give you a pet..



Vult, Vult, Vult, what can I say?
Thank you for taking my boredom away,
But it does occur rather alot to me,
That you are as busy as a bumblebee...




Aengie, my little pink powerpuff,
Always there and never in a huff,
I'm certain that I have a cunning plan,
Invovling a pan, but not a man,
To steal that pink sam hat, that's a fact,
So watch your back,
With a basball bat...




Rexor or Rex?
He's known as the secks,
Would you look at those pecks,
I'm under a hex...




All around the town of Aeven people stop and stare,
for what they did see before them, was a EO legend standing there,
With his horned helmet, Ancient Boots, Ancient Plate and Killing Edge,
He made more than one noob jump off of a ledge,
Zemeckis was surely a sight to behold,
For this eo legend had been around since times of old...



From far and wide they flock to him,
Seeking his help, his advice,
He is like an angel, he would not sin,
Yet his life pays the price...

Sure, he may seem all happy and sane,
But every now and again,
Everyone has to snap, it's a life fact,
Certainly Ephy does know that...



Donimoe was someone's son,
Who was always on the run,
Just before he got caught, my help is what he sought,
But I turned him over for fun...



A guy, a girl, their eyes meet,
A kiss, a touch, they take a seat,
They laugh, share stories, exchange numbers,
Another kiss, another touch, as cool as cucumbers...

They meet again, laugh some more,
Ignore the cold wind as they walk through the door,
And suddenly, as if sent from above,
An Aid and Valiant Echo have fallen in love...

They walk to the door, he invites her in,
She can't help but smile at his cheeky grin,
This rhyme may be near its fin,
But their story of love has yet to begin...

They are strolling across the grass, covered by the moonlight,
In eachothers arms, they whisper, "goodnight"
And suddenly, as they look to the stars above,
An Aid and Valiant Echo are in true love...





here one was a person called Amy,
Who one day got ever so namy,
She swears and she shouts,
"Let me the fuck out!"
And what she shouts is always the same-y...



There he was, away from the light,
Always prepared, always ready to fight,
with his sharp eyes and his chilling grin,
He called himself Ruki, the one who let nobody in...

The lies and the shame, he lives to play his own game,
Not by the rules, he says they are for fools,
He wins many battles again and again,
His eyes shine brighter than the Olympic flame...

Oh yes, this is a one of a kind badass,
Praying won't help you if you dare give him sass,
And if you do, may your god be with you,
As Ruki will give you a face full of his shoe...



Cherrytation, known as Cherry,
Had a piano teacher named Terry,
Night and day, she refused to play,
She would not listen, would not learn,
Gave up trying at every turn...

But one day, she began to play,
Noon and night, through dark and light,
Her playing would chase every listeners blues away,
Her fingers moved across the keys, it was hard to keep sight...



Cardjoker, named by some Card,
Was a smartass at poker, so he got bar'd,
With his sneaky grin and his cloudy grey eyes,
Don't be fooled simply by this man's size...

His long brown hair, flowing behind him in the breeze,
Closing his eyes, he listens to the rustle of the leaves,
In the distance, inbetween oak trees,
He saw a city, he grinned that grin,
A pack of cards appeared, from his denim jeans,
He shuffled them, his grey eyes glinting,
And walked to the city, as if hinting...




There once was a person called Paperclip,
Who one day got his shirt stuck in his zip,
He walked through the town called Aeven like this,
None of the ladies would kiss,
Him looking like that, he swore and he spat,
"This is starting to take the piss"

He finally got his shirt unstuck, yet with all the rotten luck,
While he was beggining to tuck, he shouted out "fuck"
Standing by the door, was an admin, no less, no more,
He was banished to the jail, hitting the floor so hard that his bum was sore...



There once was a person called Everto,
He spammed the forums like a hoe,
Many tried to flame him, claimed he'd gone over the fence,
Saod that he made no sence...

Now, Everto wasn't mr.popular,
As I'm sure you can imagine,
As many would drown hm in a pool of coca cola,
I'm sure that Everto needs a next of kin...



Doug was his name, that ladies' man,
He was well to every female aeven fan,
With that sweet smile as he passed you by,
It wouldn't take long for him to catch your eye...



Aragorn, Aragorn, Aragorn,
When will you tend to my lawn?,
I gave you the money, I'm not bieng funny,
But my weeds are still not torn...



Forte, Forte, Forte, gave a snort,
One fine summers day eve,
For everytime he was to huff and heave,
He would get a little more peeve-d...




Papasmurf, first in the arena queue,
And, let me tell you that he killed quite a few,
And then, from no-where, out of the blue,
Came a shout, "Papasmurf just totally pwned you"




There once was a person called oz,
Who had a habit of saying "lolz",
He said it so much, that many mouths it did touch,
Now he is renowned for saying it, not so much...


Alternate last line is...

Now he is renowned for saying it, eh, not as such...



Always forgive,
Never forget,
Love them all,
Don't die with regret...



Twists and turns,
You will learn,
You never fail,
Yet scarcely prevail...

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