A note to truthseekers
Who might launch some heatseekers
This poem, a lie & fake
I made it with a cake
Some words are just made up
Don't understand? Then just give up
I was bored with my mouse & keyboard
Got lag while killing some Draugr Nords
Grammar Nazis may rage
Trying to find order in this page
No stanzas no numbers
Just a poem and cucumbers!
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In a world with trolls and porn
A small simple game was born
Minecraft be its humble name
Minecraft gained nitro'd fame
You start with punching trees
And walking with no knees
Building houses made with soil
Hiding from creepers with tinfoil
Yet with all the tales we tell
Like a tall tail telling tales
I found it hard to believe
So much joy could start with Steve
So, intro's are now done
The story's yet begun
It will begin in a server
Where all things have levers
No one punching trees at day
No one filming a let's play
As crazy as fraizy sounds
They come to play on Newgrounds
Just kidding to you from me!
That's not the story you'll see!
I love crazy and random things!
In Morgan Freeman's voice me sings!
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A boy heard his father shout
Words made his face go pout
They were for his motha'h
His father using Fus Ro Dah
He opened his PC and bought a game
WIth an account in his father's name
Steve's hands he saw and controlled
In freebuilds he was flamed and trolled
He then stumbled upon a [CENSORED]
In a server that's name was [CENSORED]
Then a troll kept using [CENSORED]
His poem sucked, he was then lazer'd
"We thought you'd make sense!"
The crowd yelled for recompense
Their time was thrown and trashed
While the author's Skyrim crashed
"Please be calm my friends!
This is not the poem's end!"
The crowd groaned and sang
"We would rather hang!"
Back to the topic at hand
Minecraft's servers so grand
The child found a good place
That brought a smile to his face
There he met people with soul
No they don't play jazz at oll!
They were kind and polite and helped a lot
Unlike your neighborhood bigot
So this is where I take a pause
To see the horror which I am the cause
I wish I knew how to write right
So I can sleep better at night
The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
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Hmm, what's tha- FUS RO DAH! Don't actually play skyrim but that spell can be so hilarious. And as for the poem, MY BRAINZ HURT SO BADZ!!!!!! No, not really, I'm not one to get brain hurtz from stuff like this.
Hmm, what's tha- FUS RO DAH! Don't actually play skyrim but that spell can be so hilarious. And as for the poem, MY BRAINZ HURT SO BADZ!!!!!! No, not really, I'm not one to get brain hurtz from stuff like this.
Who might launch some heatseekers
This poem, a lie & fake
I made it with a cake
Some words are just made up
Don't understand? Then just give up
I was bored with my mouse & keyboard
Got lag while killing some Draugr Nords
Grammar Nazis may rage
Trying to find order in this page
No stanzas no numbers
Just a poem and cucumbers!
---
In a world with trolls and porn
A small simple game was born
Minecraft be its humble name
Minecraft gained nitro'd fame
You start with punching trees
And walking with no knees
Building houses made with soil
Hiding from creepers with tinfoil
Yet with all the tales we tell
Like a tall tail telling tales
I found it hard to believe
So much joy could start with Steve
So, intro's are now done
The story's yet begun
It will begin in a server
Where all things have levers
No one punching trees at day
No one filming a let's play
As crazy as fraizy sounds
They come to play on Newgrounds
Just kidding to you from me!
That's not the story you'll see!
I love crazy and random things!
In Morgan Freeman's voice me sings!
---
A boy heard his father shout
Words made his face go pout
They were for his motha'h
His father using Fus Ro Dah
He opened his PC and bought a game
WIth an account in his father's name
Steve's hands he saw and controlled
In freebuilds he was flamed and trolled
He then stumbled upon a [CENSORED]
In a server that's name was [CENSORED]
Then a troll kept using [CENSORED]
His poem sucked, he was then lazer'd
"We thought you'd make sense!"
The crowd yelled for recompense
Their time was thrown and trashed
While the author's Skyrim crashed
"Please be calm my friends!
This is not the poem's end!"
The crowd groaned and sang
"We would rather hang!"
Back to the topic at hand
Minecraft's servers so grand
The child found a good place
That brought a smile to his face
There he met people with soul
No they don't play jazz at oll!
They were kind and polite and helped a lot
Unlike your neighborhood bigot
So this is where I take a pause
To see the horror which I am the cause
I wish I knew how to write right
So I can sleep better at night
And it actually made sense to me. You are telling many stories that go seamless into another, right ?
Or you have had to much swiftness potions...
TT2000, you are genius.
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Thank you guys and yes, Skyrim has its own district in my mind devoted to figuring out how to remove the lag I've been playing it with since forever.
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