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Ettercap, ettercap where have you been?
Ive been to Suldanesselar to poison the Queen.
Ettercap, ettercap how ends this tune?
As Korgan would say "Blasted beggar's immune!"

 

Just thought I'd commemmorate my Xvart-hood with a not so well written poem:

Yonder look!
It be a Xvart,
The monster from the book.

It's colour blue,
and dressed in red,
'a ruin it will do.

Yonder look!
and now the Xvart,
it comes to take a look.

It's eyes a menace,
like a fiery furnace;
and starts to sack the town,
"Help!" We scream,
as our houses tumble down!

But yonder look!
Here comes the archer,
to come and save the day;
The archer looks and aims his bow,
the Xvart is in a row;
an arrow shoots through,
to the monster in blue,
and the archer's aim is true.

Edited: Crap! I just realized that the Xvart is in orange instead of red! Oh well...

[This message has been edited by RythmicBarbarian (edited November 21, 2001).]

[This message has been edited by RythmicBarbarian (edited November 21, 2001).]

 

About the Sniper's icon:

I wasn't a monocid
then I got high
I ate some monocids,
then I got high
Now I AM a monocids
and I know why:
Causee I got high, couse I got high, cause I got high.

 

Hehe nice one Headbanger, and thanks Linael.
This one is for you Headbanger.

He wasn't a kuo-toa,
but then he got high.
he was an umber-hulk,
but then he got high.
Now he's a kuo-toa and I know why.
Cause he got high, 'cause he got high, cause he got high...

I thought it was spelled myconid,
maybe I got high.
Head spelled it monocid,
I think he got high.
Now Sniper's a monocid, and I know why.
'Cause he's high, 'cause Sniper's high, cause I'm high.

[This message has been edited by RythmicBarbarian (edited November 22, 2001).]

 

A walking TV
short and stout
here's my crossbows
here's my snout...

walking on a screen
of black and blue
dont be mean
and i wont come to get you...

(well i aint the big poet )

 

I'm a troll
Fol-de-rol
My posts are all annoying

I'm a troll
Fol-de-rol
And I waste your time with spamming

 

Troll so Green and Troll so Cold
Troll be evil, Troll be Old
Trollblood pumping, filled with hate
Or was it someone that he ate?

Green and slimy, like a bogey
Troll so fat and oh so Ugly
Cut him down and he'll be back
To eat your folks, your clothes, your shack.

Why did Troll not eat tonight.
Got so high, forgot to fight.
Why did Troll get turned to stone.
Got so high, stayed out in Sun.

Linael of the Mists, Who bows to the talented poets
( And the crappy ones too 8) )

 

Lol Barbarian:

I was gonna make no typo's
then I got high
I was too lazy to find out how to spell it
And I know why
Because softdrugs are legal in the Netherlands, that's why!

 

You are sure you didn't smoke too much sushi yesterday, fishman?

 

Chaos give birth to all that I seek,
May Zerthimon construct what I *know*.
If Dak'kon be the name that I hear you speak,
A friendship will most certainly grow.

For I be the master weilding this blade,
Who's edge is tempered by thought.
Swirling blue, fleeting green, the colour of jade,
Without focus my blade becomes naught.

Life's choices be ours, I'll stand in no queue,
My destiny is forged by the wise.
The path twists and turns unerringly true,
We all know there cannot be two skies.

 

*sigh* PLEASE, no more goblin poems... Here's one, halfway off topic (just love spamming those poems ). I'll post a better (and more on-topic) one as soon as soon as I come up with it....

ANGELS WITH BROKEN WINGS

In a world where the sun rises, dawning black
In a world where sorrow is our daily bread,
In a world full of vain search for hopeful things,
We all go through life with broken wings.

Open those wings and the sky will be filthy,
The sky will be empty of all things of light,
The sky will be barren and full of disaster,
You fall from the sky with broken wings.

Look through your eyes at the sun rising black,
Look through all time and the mists of tomorrow,
All you will see there is more death and sorrow,
Angels going through life with broken wings.

How many people are lost to the sadness
That walks through our world claiming victims apart,
How many people will fall from the heavens,
Falling from life with their heartbroken wings?

 

Nails be big, Nails be black,
Don't turn around,
Lest they be in your back!

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Mushroom man, Mushroom man
You roam wild and free
Mushroom man, Mushroom man
To my eternal death you hold the key

What makes you look like sky?
Your might is plain to see
And yet even you cannot fly
But can still kill gleefully

Mushroom man, Mushroom man
Why protect all things evil
Mushroom man, Mushroom man
Surely it shall be your peril

Only two left of our kind
There is water and fire
Never seemingly in a bind
But even our bodies must tire

Mushroom man, Mushroom man
I cast my sword upon thee
Mushroom man, Mushroom man
I end thy pitiful life with glee

And thus ends the life of one
But thy spirit is not undone
Even though thy body is placid
Beware, thy spirit is of a Monocid

 

Myconid man with brimming head
and spores that make me choke,
Jump in the pan with bacon too
and sizzle, spit and smoke.
For breakfast's what I really need
to start my day in style,
and Mushrooms, hot and juicy-black
with bacon, makes me smile.

Linael of the Mists

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Gibberling will you stop muttering
Always consuming and hardly talking
Always squealing and never in mourning
Always relishing the next tasting

Gibberling, please, stop attacking
Always dying and never outnumbering
Always acting before thinking
Never learning is the life of a gibberling

 

I am the mocker of the mocking,
Liver of the life I riddle -
I look at glass and see what's knocking,
look at the weapon and see who's blocking.

This life upon Earth is a damn foolish one,
I see as I listen to the news,
I laugh and mock and blemish the sun,
I spit upon thee - run, run, run!

Look at the stars, I say to all of you,
There you'll find some essence,
I don't deny I'm as foolish, too,
and my hypocrisy rings to me true!

Well, I laugh about this, about that,
and through Humor find repentance,
what the hell is this, a rabbit in a hat?
And who's this God person to say it is that?

I don't believe in most things you do,
We could argue for hours and hours!
But I'm truly an interesting creature to talk to,
Truly a creature dangerous society flocks to!

But who cares, as they say, just having fun!
I find I'm slowing, slowing, slowing...
My lights growing, growing...the Sun!
I'm unique and a hypocrite, just like everyone!

 

we are gibberling, one and the same
we slash and rend, we bite and maim

together we fight, without fear of death
the only thing worse than our bite is our breath

you scorn us all, and yet we still live this way
together we'll survive and fight another day

 

The poem of an Orc

*There are some harsh in comprehensible mutterings with the word 'Orc' contined ...

End of poem

 

I was where I now live on
I am what I live on
And when I die
Others will walk and live
on me... again.

Full Circle
Element Earth.

 

Armour and Helmet and Axe,
Shield and Blade, Attack!
Forward, onward Uruk-Hai!
Seize 'em, they mustn't die!
Maim and Mash and Crush,
Others in furious rush!
The halflings, There!
Bring 'em back to ol' Whitehair!

What, Tall One standin' still,
Slayin' orc with cut an' blow?

Har, if he's so hard t'kill,
Let's fell him with the bow!

Take halflings, and off we be!

But there were four, we've only two,
Shan't we search through rock and tree?

Nay!

Why?

Our prize be won, ye fool, let's go!

[This message has been edited by Namuras (edited December 28, 2001).]