10-20-2003, 12:45 PM
This is the first time I try making poetry in English, so feel free to laugh AT it :lol: I think I'll try soma haiku later (to quote Mr. Garrison: "A haiku is just like a normal American poem, except that it doesn't rhyme and it's totally stupid", so I might have better luck with them ;)).
Random Ode.
The Evil of Terror is walking the land,
after years of slumber he has been woken up.
Woe is me!
Woe is me!
Impeding doom that will soon spread afar!
I cannot quench my thirst in the fountain by Cain,
I no longer can flirt with Gillian the maid.
Curse our foes!
Curse our foes!
They poisoned the water and stole Odgen's Sign!
No friends are left here, they were all by the Butcher
in a gruesome way hack-and-dispatch'ed.
Death to them all!
Death to them all!
I will look at them meet the end of my rapier!
The Butcher was first to fall to my wrath,
and avenging this way a friend on my path.
Sucks to be you!
Sucks to be you!
I have cleared the wells, now I can take a bath!
Leoric, once noble Lord of this Kingdom,
crumbled to my feet and his friends and his minions.
He was my king!
He was my king!
He's not anymore, he's out of commission!
The smith of the Town has made me a ring
with a rock that I found of all strange things.
But it didn't work!
But it didn't work!
Rejected by Gillian she said I must leave!
Adria now wants me to go find a stool
to give me a potion that feels really smooth.
And it works!
And it works!
For now I see colours and Gill gave me a smooch!
The Anvil of Fury I now haul along,
and Griswold the Smith from it made a sword.
What a fool!
What a fool!
I have a sharp edge, I wanted a bow!
Soon I will finish this tribulation,
as I killed Lazarus and her sex...erm... awful harlots.
Diablo is next!
Diablo is next!
And to make this rhyme I will just say "parrots!".
Random Ode.
The Evil of Terror is walking the land,
after years of slumber he has been woken up.
Woe is me!
Woe is me!
Impeding doom that will soon spread afar!
I cannot quench my thirst in the fountain by Cain,
I no longer can flirt with Gillian the maid.
Curse our foes!
Curse our foes!
They poisoned the water and stole Odgen's Sign!
No friends are left here, they were all by the Butcher
in a gruesome way hack-and-dispatch'ed.
Death to them all!
Death to them all!
I will look at them meet the end of my rapier!
The Butcher was first to fall to my wrath,
and avenging this way a friend on my path.
Sucks to be you!
Sucks to be you!
I have cleared the wells, now I can take a bath!
Leoric, once noble Lord of this Kingdom,
crumbled to my feet and his friends and his minions.
He was my king!
He was my king!
He's not anymore, he's out of commission!
The smith of the Town has made me a ring
with a rock that I found of all strange things.
But it didn't work!
But it didn't work!
Rejected by Gillian she said I must leave!
Adria now wants me to go find a stool
to give me a potion that feels really smooth.
And it works!
And it works!
For now I see colours and Gill gave me a smooch!
The Anvil of Fury I now haul along,
and Griswold the Smith from it made a sword.
What a fool!
What a fool!
I have a sharp edge, I wanted a bow!
Soon I will finish this tribulation,
as I killed Lazarus and her sex...erm... awful harlots.
Diablo is next!
Diablo is next!
And to make this rhyme I will just say "parrots!".