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BladeRunner wrote:

The Sniper looked right down his scope
and noticed a spawncamping dope
The n00b's name was red
So now he is dead
and rotting like moth-eaten rope

The Sniper next sees his screen
“You have been punished for a teamkill”
And he wanted to scream
“You were a red!”, he shouted with a shrill

sorry, Blade, couldnt pass up on this one..

Last edited by mikeshw (2005-11-11 19:19:39)

mikeshw wrote:

BladeRunner wrote:

The Sniper looked right down his scope
and noticed a spawncamping dope
The n00b's name was red
So now he is dead
and rotting like moth-eaten rope

The Sniper next sees his screen
“You have been punished for a teamkill”
And he wanted to scream
“You were a red!”, he shouted with a shrill

sorry, Blade, couldnt pass up on this one..

no worries!...I like it!

This is like 'Whose Line is it Anyway' meets 'Poetry Corner'

Toil trouble and strife
All I wanted to do was fly
This game is ruining my life
Now all I want to do is die

I spent on this game most of my money
Hours and hours of fun I thought
Because of this game, goodbye to my honey
Sadness grief and loneliness it has taught

Jobless, penniless and broke
Three things not to be in a city
People look and point poor bloak
They look and scowl and react with pity

Woe is me and how I am sad
This game is a curse I'll you that
I can't believe things got so bad
Meanwhile EA is rich and fat

My poem sucks but here it is....

In the city called mashtuur,
I look to the sky and see a blur,
It's a Black Hawk I'm safe.

Then I see flashes from a gun,
Hundreds of rounds hittin beside me RUN!
It's a Black Hawk I'm suppose to be safe.

One stray round hit my head,
Oh dear god now I'm dead,
It's a Black Hawk I'm not safe.

Omg, a teamkill,
punishh him surely i will,
Moron in a Black Hawk.

The enemy in the shadows is no longer here,
No, now i see thim, there,
Fire this M95, hit his head.
"Sorry, Black Hawk was in my line of fire"
From then on he knew to shoot me would be dire.



Sucks but you get the idea that revenge is sweet!

Last edited by Miller (2005-11-14 18:46:30)

Yah i knew it would. but its ur job to pick on me...

What's buzzing in the air ?
Maybe some point farmers ?
Papa Bear, Papa Bear !
Just spotted a chopper !

Spawnkillers and statspadders...
They always go by pair
One for heal, one for repair
I hate those crappy lamers !


...


The Black-Hawk owns
Leaving only ashes
And medics burying bones
Hope that noob crashes !





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Coolbeano wrote:

polarbearz wrote:

Coolbeano:

Explain the french in your poem?

I'm a lit major.

La fin est près.
The end is near.

Très près.
Very near.

La fin, c'était près, mais la fin, c'est ici.
The end, it used to be near, but the end, it is here.

"La fin est près" is incorrect. You should write "La fin est proche". (and maybe "La fin était proche, mais la fin est ici." would be better too)

Last edited by Chaka (2005-11-15 16:34:28)

Hear the big guns go
boom boom boom boom
boom boom boom
boom boom
boom boom
boom boom boom

Pte Balderick 1917

Last edited by -101-InvaderZim (2005-11-21 22:15:37)

AGRAVATION


Behind enemy lines
my parachute pops.
I float in like a ghost,
and glide to a stop.

I creep and I crawl,
I stay low to the ground.
It takes a long time,
but I've got my route down.

After 10 minutes of low crawl
and hiding in bushes on slopes.
The enemies base I've
now got in my scope.

Suddenly, one lone soldier appears,
and he runs toward me without any fear.
He takes a jump, then dives and rolls into my sights.
He fires only one round, but still... I F***'n DIE.

The following is not a poem but a song. I thought it approptiate for the holidays. In case you were wondering you should sing it to the Christmas song "Up on the Housetop".

                   

                    GLITCH


I climbed up the ladder click click click.
Killed by my teammate (what a dick).
I went to punish, but to my surprise
There was no option before my eyes.
Who, who, who! Who knows?
Who, who, who! Who knows?
What the fuck happened?
What is this shit?
I've just been TKed
And now I'm ticked.

It happens again the next time that I spawned.
The killer types to me "you were pwned".
But what he does not realize.
He TKed me not once, but twice.
Who, who, who! Who knows?
Who, who, who! Who knows?
What the fuck happened?
What is this shit?
I've been TKed twice
And now I'm pissed.

I grab my rifle and hunt him down.
Then l kill this no talent ass clown.
I look at my screen and to my surprise.
He was actually on my side.
Who, who, who! Who knows?
Who, who, who! Who knows?
What the fuck happened?
What is this shit?
I've been punished for a TK
And now I've been kicked.



Happy Holidays everyone.

Very Nice, and fitting with the holidays!!!!!

To the tune of 'It's A Long Way To Tipperary':
We're all at the spawn point
Time to run for the jeeps
I can't get there quickly
So I'm left behind at home

Oh it's a long way to the action
And I have to walk
Oh, it's a long, long way to the action
Since the f**kers took the jeeps...

etc.

Also,

Deck the halls with cartridge casings
Fa la la la la la
Follow up with some grenades in
Fa la la la la la
Waltzing in machineguns blazing
Fa la la la la la

etc.

I can't be bothered to finish either of them...

Last edited by Proxima (2005-12-19 11:17:59)

NJG HukaMaster wrote:

Here is one more...

I love hairy legs,
and Isreal too.
Hoods and car bombs,
and the land of Jews.
Cant we all just get along?
What would Rodney do?

give  the  land   back    that
dosn't  belong  to    you.

the_heart_attack wrote:

there once was a man from karkand
in a country covered with sand
he drove a vodnik by day
but i think he was gay
that explains his swollen ass gland

I laughed so hard at this I dropped a lit cigarette on my keyboard. Wow.