Loket
03-10-2004, 12:04 AM
And now for some beautiful poems:
Little Loket was out to play,
took some damage, was blewn away
Die Hard entered the game,
and then all was joy and fame.
Poor little Loket, you canīt have slow mind,
or else, you might get hit by cannonballs from behind...
Sad huh? What about this:
Shiny shotgun, in my hand,
it fires only upon demand
12 gauge shells open up,
raining lead upon a pup.
Or this:
A Hole full with frags, you canīt complain,
especially not when fraggin a Villain.
Late was I in the match,
Picard was there, asking me to catch
a grenade so large and red,
I took it in the head.
I started again, ready to kick some butts,
but ended up on the floor, in blood and guts.
Am I talented or what,
or is my rhymes not worth a quat?
Little Loket was out to play,
took some damage, was blewn away
Die Hard entered the game,
and then all was joy and fame.
Poor little Loket, you canīt have slow mind,
or else, you might get hit by cannonballs from behind...
Sad huh? What about this:
Shiny shotgun, in my hand,
it fires only upon demand
12 gauge shells open up,
raining lead upon a pup.
Or this:
A Hole full with frags, you canīt complain,
especially not when fraggin a Villain.
Late was I in the match,
Picard was there, asking me to catch
a grenade so large and red,
I took it in the head.
I started again, ready to kick some butts,
but ended up on the floor, in blood and guts.
Am I talented or what,
or is my rhymes not worth a quat?