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I am a bard

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Re: I am a bard

Arckon;92684 said:
How dare you say that, pizzia isn't pretty good, pizzia rocks, darg poem about pizzia and you get a slice
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Dedicating poetry to a food?
First just let me get in the mood,
And let's see what I can concoct,
What words to say, what things to be mocked,
But hear this if nothing else,
Truly the end of sanity this spells...

Long ago on an Italian street,
Arckon the wanderer, a dilemma did meet,
He stopped and pondered for what to devour,
Having for lunch only one hour,
For to ye olde Subway he did say,
Without a doubt or hesitation nay,
And to the bagel shop he turned it down,
As well as the rest of the fickle shops in town,
Arckon our man was indeed choosy,
His mind a mess, a muddled doozy,
But in his haze he found the light,
An inspiration, a flash of white,
For he stood between two stores,
The baker's abode and where out cheese pours,
He ordered himself from the baker's stall,
Enough dough to fill up a cathedral hall,
And from the font of cheese he did take,
Enough of it to fill a lake,
And with experimental curiousity,
He threw them together with animosity,
And sliced it forty-eight times across,
And picked a shape, no lack no loss,
The shape of an arrow, that of his compass,
A perfect form, no wreck, no mess,
And sent it back to the baker's abode,
To on his skillet, the cheese and dough to load,
And last but not least,
He applied the yeast,
Before he did dash,
To get some sauce in a flash,
And spread it out with haste,
Though without a common taste,
And so it was baked that day,
Without delay,
And to his surprise,
Without ruse or disguise,
It was a fabulous new delicacy,
The greatest that any had ever seen,
And in his stead, many came,
To claim the food and bask in his fame,
For Arckon, though indeed he did not know it,
Was the creator of pizza as well as a poet. :D
 
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*clap clap* magnifico, me sir be and Itallian guy. I invented the a pizzia, did I invent the meatballa too? Reppage for you and your slice of pizzia, with anchovies
 
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So, praise for poems of pizza, eh?
Enough to make a bard named Darg say,
That rhymage in food's praise,
Seems to be normal these days,
With mind and sanity slowly slipping away,
But for all the crazies still out there to stay,
I have a wealth of poetry and prose,
As psychotic as a storm and calm as a rose,
So order up a swift request,
As this bard will never rest!
 
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Tsuyu;92330 said:
Of course. Think of Hex as a female version of the head jailor in the Prison.... :lol:
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:lol::lol::lol:

You my friend have just earned some rep!(For making me chuckle:))
 
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Ah, what the heck. I feel generous. I'm going to make an interesting random poem dedicated to the one and only froded droded of the site. Here goes... something...

Holy crap, fricking snap,
Look at the hair on this chap,
As he saunters through the town,
The merchants, the crazies, they all turn 'round,
To look, to gaze,
In a daze,
At the funky, soulful dude,
With an odd attitude,
A 'fro, tall and black,
With awesomeness, it has no lack,
But strange as it is and crazy as well,
What fate had his hair befell,
When once in the olden days,
When loonies roamed free and commies had their way,
Through his hair flew a shot,
From an angry farmer with wit dull and head hot,
A black shell flying through his head's thicket,
And without a doubt, the bullet did nick it,
To this day it can be seen,
A hole the size of a large lima bean,
And there in the gap today resides in peace,
A flock of birds, though are they renting or out for lease,
Some may say there is something wrong with him,
Perhaps his wits are controlled by a strange whim,
But though indeed they could never know,
The struggles one faces when they have a 'fro...

Well, I tried.
 
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It's been awhile since I took the time
To wake up, and brew a ryhme
Far too long,some would say
But fate plays games so I must stay

It's funny how the world works
With gadgets, leaders, technological perks
But in our governments something lurks
Strictly secret, awaiting to berserk

Its known today as law and order
That I need no hint
But in truth, it's overall disorder
For law is justified by print

And here I am posting this message
Letting all my opinions go away
Not knowing the further presage
Posted up, for display

Though let me ask, what is the point of making these ryhmes
They go on like a long, narrow thread
To answer, poets enjoy these artistic times
And they like to mess with people's heads

I have many ryhmes in my head
Each layed out on the table
For these ryhmes, you cannot spread
Though they aren't stable

There is alot to an assassin
That many do not know yet
For math skills, we have trouble to fasten
But we enjoy projectego(.net)

So what do I do on my spare time
That is somewhat decree
Well, count up the extra dimes
And wait for Halo 3

(that's all I got for now :cool:)
 
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Hmmmm...I know I'm going to regret this. Oh Well *drops the gold for brother's kidney transplant into the coffer of whoever is willing to make a rhyme about me* :)
 
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HodgePodge;97489 said:
Hmmmm...I know I'm going to regret this. Oh Well *drops the gold for brother's kidney transplant into the coffer of whoever is willing to make a rhyme about me* :)
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Sure


HodgePodge, the master of ryhme
Can't really tell if he did any crimes
If he had any, he lost his grime
Though his peoms and ryhmes are always prime
(^Wtf...didn't turn out that good)

He's quite the poet one would say
Seems like he did the deed
His collection of works come in a large array
He likes assassin's creed?

I am not the one to annoy
The last I would do is pester
But is his skill used to employ
Or is he just a jester

Alight I guess this is it
Probably go drink some vault
For even though I am fit
Being lazy from time to time is my fault :lol:


Alright, coff up the kidney :)
 
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The Ode of (X)

I admit I have failed at times to use you
And I know that it does not amuse you
Your chicken kicking glory is that of a god
Hand a beer To friendly HodgePodge
Don't tarry the time is near
time to see those chickens tears

(X) not (A) (B) or (Y) can't you see
(X) is for eternity
(A) is that of a child
(B) is just to mild
(Y) is not to impressive
(X) is ALL and progressive

Chicken Chaser, Maleficus, Arseface Who ever you are
(X) should be your shining star
 
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Here's um...10 gold and some bubbalicious...And some skittles!
 
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Ah, fine. I'll make up one because I've got nothing better to do... and alot of random inspiration floating around. Here goes... er... something.

There's a way,
There's a day,
When all dark turns to light,
When idiot's scorn,
And blackest thorn,
Give way to the greatest fight,
When old friends and new allies,
Join in and heed the war-cries,
When evil and its lofty tower,
Are collapsed, thrown down in sheer power,
And in the end, there's going to be hell to pay,
Because there's a way, there's a day...

Meh, it's a work in progress- I haven't rhymed in a loooong time now.
 
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i wanna sing hmhm

this is about the white balverine

creature once man white as snow brings terror to the glade,
who will make its terror fade,
its claws are fine and can overcome but the mightiest of desighn,
but now a hero of greatest prais shall end the terror phase,
praise him, raise your goblets to him,
the man who overcome the beast.

sorry if it was not too good i dont get much practice
 
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