Some Motrax Poetry
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Senile Reptile
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written Friday, November 7 2003 15:19
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No, it ain't Haiku. It's from Polaris, and it actually rhymes this time! I like rhyming stuff, no matter what, So here goes nothing, cover your butt: Logo the loco fell off his pogo, Omlette-o from ghetto, stabbed with stilletto, Wise man the pie man became stir fry, When NaCN got trampled by men. Alec typed malloc rather than calloc, his memory leaked, as did his brains. Djur saw a cat and decided to purr, To bad that cat had poisonous fur. Stareye squished fireflies 'till his hands glow'ed green, Then one fly hit Stareye right in the spleen. Saundy had landry she had to wash clean, It's indeed shameful the clothing turned mean. Those not named yet shan't let their guard fall, For Motrax saved up the best of them all: Thuryl ate pancakes full of rats, Khoth was assaulted by lava bats. Sullust sat down to take a break, The chair where he sat, it was a fake. Schrodinger studied long and hard, Then in walked a man by the name of Marcus, The man was a mage, full of angst, When the wizard was done, he left only a carcass. TM and Scorp strolled down the street, It's pretty obvious what end they would meet. Drakefyre, Alorael, and the other mods, Found themselves impaled on rods. Sir David dropped his sword for a time, Thus he was eaten by a starving mime. Milla the cat crossed too many paths, I found her later in three seperate halves. Alcritas and Sarachim, all those oldies, Met with some ooze and were transformed into moldies. Imban and Arctic, two fine young men, Last seen strolling into a lion's den. The Great Mister and the Great Potato, Experienced the attack of a killer tomato, ADoS and the rest of his posse, Got gum disease when they forgot to floss. I knew one of them well by the name of Morgan, He lost one too many internal organs. ef could be seen meditating in silence, Unfortunately her end came abruptly with violence. Felwynne missed one too many meetings, The remnants of his body were few and fleeting. Premonition was assigned an important mission, Her end came from a chef in the kitchen. Zeviz strode forth, ready for all, Except of course, for the crowds at the mall. Slith was listening to some Wagner, then Bach When suddenly the roof fell and he was squished by a rock. Lord Bob and Seletine and Tie-my-shoe, All found in the lake, where poison grew. Dragyn Bob and LE, not seen in a while, Were probably approached by a dangerous pedophile. Ed Lemur at the top of the world, Was nibbled and eaten by an army of squirrels. I'll end with Bixler, who loves Blades of Exile, He was smothered with eight tons of textile. These morbid rhymes have included nearly everybody, If I missed you consider yourself lucky, That's Aphrael and Killer and Turtle Whipper, They'd find their absence, really quite ducky. But others forgotten in the haste of my rhyme, Be not frightened, we all have our time, Be it night be it day or all in between, Express your poems, grin and beam. Marooner: Hey old crotchety, you forgot me, I guess I'm lucky, or else we'll see. Me again: Incredible, astounding, a member I forgot! My mind is still sharp, my words yet hot, I've reserved a special saga for my Marooned friend, Lets see how he likes it, he meets a bitter end! Marooner the Mariner was marooned on an island, He had but one bullet, one apple, and sand. He pondered his life, he thought of his wife, He wondered how he could end his strife. First came the squirrels, then little deer, With this much game, he had little to fear. Marooner spent a day with some wood, He built with it a bigger house than any man should. The monkeys were rampant, bananas were ripe, The monkeys as butlers didn't seem like tripe. Within three weeks the island was changed, The lonely land was gone, estranged. A paradise of which no one could conceive Existed there in the center of the seas, And in the middle of the center of the seas, Stood Marooner, grinning and pleased. "Alright!" he exclaimed, "I just need TV and I'm set!" "Although of course, there'd be nothing wrong with some internet." His wishes were granted when a plane flew above, Batteries and laptop dropped like a dove. A year or two later, the mariner slept, And in the darkest of nights, a creature crept, 'Twas the head butler of monkey decent, He'd come for his master, he'd make him repent. Enslaved for a while, the monkey was ragged, But he'd found a sharp object, pointy and jagged, With it he loomed above our poor friend, It seemed it was time for his untimely end. The knife rose high and went down with a whistle, It cut into bone, tore through gristle, The grizzly scene grew more unbearable, When the gore became rather quite terrible. Sad, sad Marooner came home on a schooner, Poor, poor Marooner could have returned sooner, If he'd just lasted another few days. And what of the butler? that wretched creation, Well he had quite a startling revelation! He clicked the mouse and tapped the keys, And soon he was web surfing with facile ease! Silly Marooner had checked the 'save password' box, The monkey butler got past all the locks. The ape-like form discovered a forum, Soon he'd posted on Spidweb with general decorum. He has a name, you and I know it, The monkey's just afraid to show it, His eyes are blinking, his fingers flowing, He posts all the time, his name is Boeing! If you wish to reply, it won't cost a dime, Just make sure you answer with wittier rhyme. [ Friday, November 07, 2003 15:22: Message edited by: Sir Romeo of the Capulets ] -------------------- Polaris Posts: 1614 | Registered: Wednesday, January 23 2002 08:00 |
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Apprentice
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written Friday, November 7 2003 15:30
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Your rhyming is very great You clever little piece of tape That rhyme was bad, I know But I'm not into the literature flow -------------------- Don't ask the Oracle unless you're willing to get the slurred drunken truth. Posts: 24 | Registered: Monday, November 3 2003 08:00 |
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Infiltrator
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written Friday, November 7 2003 15:32
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Am I not In there or am I blind??? -------------------- Ohh YEAH!!! -------------------- My god could kick you god's ass. -------------------- Getapc -------------------- Teh Flamin sworrd of bd gramer has now become the Flaming Sword of not perfict grammer. -------------------- Worning not perfict grammer behind. -------------------- DOLNEY HAS CHANGED TO A guy with not so perfict grammer -------------------- I shortened my sig. Posts: 484 | Registered: Monday, May 27 2002 07:00 |
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Guardian
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written Friday, November 7 2003 15:39
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Though it started good my patience was lost Burned to ashes like some wood Never fully understanding the cost Waiting for the return of the Gate Living in a world filled with hate What more could I ask? Perhaps "why I don't own a flask" My rhyming is weak as can be Probably cause my mind is jelly So I as end this stupid post I wonder if you would spare some toast Posts: 1918 | Registered: Sunday, October 13 2002 07:00 |
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Lifecrafter
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written Friday, November 7 2003 15:40
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It was good. Thank god I wasn't in it. -------------------- Mrs. Peacock: "Everything all right?" Colonel Mustard: "Yep. Two Corpses. Everything's fine." "Keep your wits about you, the game is afoot!!" - Sherlock Holmes Posts: 935 | Registered: Friday, August 8 2003 07:00 |
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Senile Reptile
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written Friday, November 7 2003 15:41
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Now that's a problem, ain't it Guy? You didn't rhyme though, so'n Hell you'll fry. You've got a word, that's in your name, Perfict it is, as is my aim. Lastly you pride yourseld with the word Grammar, The honor ends though, with a swift blow by a hammer. -------------------- Polaris Posts: 1614 | Registered: Wednesday, January 23 2002 08:00 |
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Shaper
Member # 73
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written Friday, November 7 2003 16:06
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(list moved) [ Saturday, November 08, 2003 11:44: Message edited by: The Almighty Doer of Stuff ] -------------------- My BoE graphics archive is finally getting started! Yay! I hope you like my graphics.My BoE Graphics An absurdly fun Flash game- Refridgerator Raid! --------- The Lyceum- A board for BoE. Yes it is. Really. Stop staring at me! Stop it, I say! Oh, sorry... Posts: 2957 | Registered: Thursday, October 4 2001 07:00 |
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Guardian
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written Friday, November 7 2003 16:44
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What are the requirements for being on the list? Ack, must rhyme or be beatin by fist Hopefully, I can end this soon Hmmm... I found a spoon [ Friday, November 07, 2003 16:45: Message edited by: Lone Flame ] Posts: 1918 | Registered: Sunday, October 13 2002 07:00 |
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Veteran*
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written Friday, November 7 2003 16:57
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So forget the most important one.(Mystery Man) Posts: 455 | Registered: Tuesday, May 17 2005 07:00 |
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Agent
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written Friday, November 7 2003 18:04
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That was quite amusing quote:Those didn't quite rhyme though, I could mention the *cough*few*cough* other times, but the list would grow a bit... long. Unless of course I am getting the wrong definition of rhyme but aren't they supposed to be more like, Ball, Fall, Call, Wall, Paul, Tall, Mall, y'all. -------------------- "Wow, fish." Hahahaha, I crack myself up. Posts: 1233 | Registered: Wednesday, October 3 2001 07:00 |
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Guardian
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written Friday, November 7 2003 20:00
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Having only recently arrived, In present company thus described, And viewing thine words sharp as sword, I think, "Praise God, I hath been ignored!" -------------------- "Let a man find himself, in distinction from others, on top of two wheels with a chain- at least in a poor country like Russia- and his vanity begins to swell out like his tires. In America it takes an automobile to produce this effect."- Leon Trotsky Posts: 1798 | Registered: Sunday, October 5 2003 07:00 |
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Law Bringer
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written Friday, November 7 2003 22:07
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Please don't use Middle English unless you know how, or I explode in a tantrum.  hath is third person only. For first person you use have, as in modern form. For second person you use hast. I have been ignored, thou hast been ignored, he hath been ignored, we have been ignored, you have been ignore, they have been ignored. There. (Now all I need is a glistening scythe I guess.  )[ Friday, November 07, 2003 22:08: Message edited by: Arancaytar ] -------------------- "And all should cry, Beware, Beware! His Flashing eyes, his Floating hair!" S. T. Coleridge --- "It is as if everyone had lost their sense Consigned themselves to downfall and decadence And a wisp it is they have chosen as their beacon." Reinhard Mey. --- Quote of the Week: "I have a high opinion of myself, which makes up for my total lack of intelligence." Anon. Posts: 8752 | Registered: Wednesday, May 14 2003 07:00 |
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Lifecrafter
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written Saturday, November 8 2003 01:13
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A killer tomato? -------------------- - The Great Mister Posts: 972 | Registered: Tuesday, October 28 2003 08:00 |
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Infiltrator
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written Saturday, November 8 2003 02:11
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A monkey? -------------------- Who was born in a house full of pain Who was trained not to spit in the fan Who was told what to do by the man Who was broken by trained personnel Who was fitted with collar and chain Who was given a pat on the back Who was breaking away from the pack Who was only a stranger at home Who was ground down in the end Who was found dead on the phone Who was dragged down by the stone Posts: 595 | Registered: Tuesday, March 12 2002 08:00 |
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Fire! Fire! Fire! Fire!
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written Saturday, November 8 2003 08:54
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But Motrax, sly Motrax, Thought he was forgotten, That Sir Dave himself Would spoil him rotten. But Motrax's demise Is the grisliest of all; It involves rather more Than just a long fall. That senile reptile Sat home one day; Spiderweb games He thought he'd play. He turned on his computer, And opened Avernum One, And was pulled into the story, Which had only just begun. Motrax became Motrax, Man became Dragon, And thanks to this event, His sanity was flaggin'. Of this game, which he had played, And rarely had decisted, Motrax now became a part; Inside, he now existed. He gathered his wits And observed the plight Of the tortured, unhappy Avernites. He used his fire And infinite wisdom To help these people Establish their kingdom. But then, when his pupils Killed Emporer Hawthorne, He was soon given A reason to mourn. For a great war began, Between surface and caves, And many good people Were sent to their graves. At this time, also, A team was sent. On Motrax's destruction, The team was bent. Motrax's cave Was quickly found By this vile team Sent underground. With flash of sword, And burst of flame, Death and Destruction Quickly came. The team was burnt, And on the ground; Behind them, old Motrax's Corpse was found. The lizard still breathed, But his body was scarred; Poor old Motrax Would live not too far. The war was won, With the lizard's advice; But Motrax's suffering Multiplied twice. Avernites breathed The surface air, But never again Would Motrax go there. For he died in a hole, Of wounds from the battle In his old cave Among all his chattel. And Motrax was mourned, By game people and real; For poor Motrax's story Had been told with zeal. His fate was discovered In the world without, And the danger of Spiderweb Was known without doubt. This poor boy, Just a player of games, Had been turned to a dragon, Despite all claims. He was sucked in, Absorbed and killed, And with guilt, good Jeff Vogel was filled. And this is the story of Motrax's demise; I promised to tell it, And I tell no lies. -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon TEH CONSPIRACY IZ ALL Les forum de la chance. Incaseofemergency,breakglass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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Guardian
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written Saturday, November 8 2003 09:03
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YAY! I'm one of the survivors! ADoS, I wasn't listed. I'M ALIVE! *Unsheathes sword.* I'll be alert! -------------------- This is MY link. Click here,or here for the yoga dance mix!Click here to get to the misc. boards! Attack, icons, attack!THIS PAGE ROCKS!! Vicious virus stalks the web, has already infected over 150 computers: read more! We have tried to not harm anything in the making of this commercial, but we failed miserably. One Small Step for man, one giant leap(SHCKXXXXXX)STOP POKING ME!!! -Starcraft Observers R.I.P-Here lies NSI, may this rp be remembered. Posts: 1779 | Registered: Monday, December 9 2002 08:00 |
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Infiltrator
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written Saturday, November 8 2003 09:20
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Hm. Well, this is, *cough*, a long set of poems... ha ha. You can't rhyme with my name if you can't pronounce it. --Jonah Zolohahni (HAR) -------------------- Professor Frost gives me ideas. Professor Frost has many an eye. Professor Frost always foils my plans. Posts: 549 | Registered: Thursday, October 17 2002 07:00 |
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Lifecrafter
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written Saturday, November 8 2003 09:41
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Mottie dear, your rhymings cool, flows like glue, all above is crap, you know it's true, yet you keep going, your face turning blue. Yet you have no clue, that your hue, is not healthy, but that's just because you're a classical fool. [Do NOT take as an insult, I just had to try to mock SOMEBODY with bad rhyming! ]-------------------- - The Great Mister Posts: 972 | Registered: Tuesday, October 28 2003 08:00 |
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Shock Trooper
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written Saturday, November 8 2003 11:18
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I wish to rhyme with all my might, but i dont know anyone on this site So for now i shall insult myself Im as smelly as a rotting elf "Why use elf?" , you might ask "The word is used by me to mask that ask is not a rhymable word" but heres aother question to be heard "You just rhymed ask" sais a knowledgeable man "thats funny", i reply, "i didnt think i can" "what kind of tense is that", others were heard to mutter "I give up" i say, "Its time to end this clutter"  [ Saturday, November 08, 2003 11:21: Message edited by: Smelly Ogre ] -------------------- "Is that smell glandular, or do you wallow in your own filth?" - Last Words of Fredrick the Idiot Posts: 358 | Registered: Monday, October 27 2003 08:00 |
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Shaper
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written Saturday, November 8 2003 11:42
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He doesn't think you deserve to have a poem about you, Zephyr. Updated list: Wombat, Akhronath, Feranix, Vaevictis, ASD, QotTT, Strontium, BSR, Chaldrath, Minstrel, MM, Zaloopa, BtI, Majordomo, Drizzt, Shyguy, Creator, Measle, iambobsushi, Mindspark, Necris Omega, Micah, Dorth Hanoy, Bowlnik, Lady J, Desert Plah, Namothil, Undine, Icshi, Andraste, Princess Ruthie, Mr. Meanor, Mab [ Sunday, November 09, 2003 06:45: Message edited by: The Almighty Doer of Stuff ] -------------------- My BoE graphics archive is finally getting started! Yay! I hope you like my graphics.My BoE Graphics An absurdly fun Flash game- Refridgerator Raid! --------- The Lyceum- A board for BoE. Yes it is. Really. Stop staring at me! Stop it, I say! Oh, sorry... Posts: 2957 | Registered: Thursday, October 4 2001 07:00 |
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Guardian
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written Saturday, November 8 2003 11:49
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My sincere apologies, Arancaytar, Of ancient tongues my knowledge is far From perfect, and for such improper use, I deserve to be trampled by a rampaging moose. -------------------- "Let a man find himself, in distinction from others, on top of two wheels with a chain- at least in a poor country like Russia- and his vanity begins to swell out like his tires. In America it takes an automobile to produce this effect."- Leon Trotsky Posts: 1798 | Registered: Sunday, October 5 2003 07:00 |
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Senile Reptile
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written Saturday, November 8 2003 15:33
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Thank you Stughalf for saving me time, I've no mood nor inclination to rhyme. The list keeps growing though much to my dismay, I guess I'll have to keep this growth at bay: There was once a member by the name of Willow, He fell asleep on a needle-filled pillow. There was also a great one who called himself Radiant, Being squished by a wrecking ball made him a gradient. Alex the Archmage and Alex just plain, They are two members that are really both pains, I don't remember them all too well, So I'll assume they just fell down a well. The best at graphics, Frahham's his name, Too bad it took a flesh-eating bug to earn him fame. RoR and Riibu, two fine youg ladies, They walked a bit far into the realm of Hades. Zxquez of course is a name quite complex, It switches so much, it's an absolute quagmire. When his brain was swallowed by brain-eating insects, The man's situation was a bit more than just dire. That's all for now, there's a lunar eclipse, There'll by time later for more silly quips. -------------------- Polaris Posts: 1614 | Registered: Wednesday, January 23 2002 08:00 |
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Infiltrator
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written Saturday, November 8 2003 17:25
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Err... yah. --Jonah Zahndi Zolohahni (Yeeeee...!) -------------------- Professor Frost gives me ideas. Professor Frost has many an eye. Professor Frost always foils my plans. Posts: 549 | Registered: Thursday, October 17 2002 07:00 |
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Shock Trooper
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written Saturday, November 8 2003 19:40
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Did I eat something, or did he get me with a butcher's knife? -------------------- From many a wondrous grot and secret cell Unnumbered and enormous polypi Winnow with giant fins the slumbering green. Posts: 356 | Registered: Saturday, August 23 2003 07:00 |
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Senile Reptile
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written Saturday, November 8 2003 20:26
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Premonition wants more detail, I'll grant her that at a price below retail! In crept the silent secret spy Snooping about with a weary eye. Smells from a place below her Made her stomach rumble and stir. "It's great that I found food, what luck!" "Now I'll crawl through this little air duct!" Entering the kitchen, the spy glanced around In her vision three chefs could be found. A poisoned bolt later, one fell to the ground, Another chef fell without a sound. Too bad for the sleuth, her position revealed, The third chef used a tool with which melons were peeled. The adversaries locked in fearsome combat, They could remind one of an enraged wombat. The chef swung left and pealed the air, The spy after this was not worse for wear. Seeing a space for her dagger to fly She flung her blade at the Italian guy. Just at that moment, a toaster dinged, The burnt bread deflected the knife with a ping. Not fazed for a moment, the spy threw a needle, It missed the chef and skewered a beetle. Not a moment's hesitation, for another was thrown, Too much to the side by the fan it was blown. Then came the stars, those deadly disks, They flew by the chef's head with threatening whisks. Quickly proceeding was a smoke filled grenade, It didn't work since it was hand made. The last resort, a grappling hook Was caught by the chef and jammed in a nook. The chef then spoke "Stop!" and stop our spy did, "I have food" he said, it's under that lid! Poor hungry Premonition, so careful and cautious, Ingested the food, it made her nautious. Then came the spasms and throes of muscle, The chef laughed with glee, causing some bustle. Her lips grew week, her eyes grew shady, Then Death came and claimed the lady. So ends the trajedy of Antigone, That's an end I'll bet you didn't see! -------------------- Polaris Posts: 1614 | Registered: Wednesday, January 23 2002 08:00 |