05-03-2012, 06:50 AM
Aw, wishing you cheaper car insurance wasn't worth an honorable mention? Good thing I'm an incredible poet too! :D
*ahem*
Roses are red.
Bluebirds are red.
Oh, bloody heck...
I should get my eyes checked.
Okay, okay...Take 2:
Cyric is a mopey wimp.
Blibdoolpoolp serves the best shrimp.
Siamorphe thinks it's elite
To lift our pinkies when we eat.
With the power Bane can claim,
He gave his son a sucky name.
Hear how loudly Malar roars,
"Chult is full of dinosaurs!"
Mask has horrid eczema.
Helm just needs an enema.
Tempus fights like Bruce Willis,
And Sharess gave me syphilis.
Someone should ask Talos, "What?
Are you Gruumsh or are you not?"
Brain trauma's a hell of a drug;
Just ask the nearest half-orc thug.
Ilmater looks like a saint,
But then, behind closed doors,
Loviatar's paid by the hour
To ride him like a horse.
Valkur joined me on a trip
Till Umberlee sank my battleship.
You've fallen out of Lliira's grace
When Scarlet Mummers kick your face.
Eilistraee is just half-drow,
But Corellon slammed her anyhow.
Guess that's why Thay locks 'em up:
Elves can't help but screw things up.
And now, a dozen filthy sherpas
Remind me of this poem's first purpose.
I guess I'll stick it in somewhere...
"Happy Birthday, Thayan!"
There! :)
The sound you hear is the sound of me being awesome. You may begin loudly praising me and sending me your fattened calves...now.
*ahem*
Roses are red.
Bluebirds are red.
Oh, bloody heck...
I should get my eyes checked.
Okay, okay...Take 2:
Cyric is a mopey wimp.
Blibdoolpoolp serves the best shrimp.
Siamorphe thinks it's elite
To lift our pinkies when we eat.
With the power Bane can claim,
He gave his son a sucky name.
Hear how loudly Malar roars,
"Chult is full of dinosaurs!"
Mask has horrid eczema.
Helm just needs an enema.
Tempus fights like Bruce Willis,
And Sharess gave me syphilis.
Someone should ask Talos, "What?
Are you Gruumsh or are you not?"
Brain trauma's a hell of a drug;
Just ask the nearest half-orc thug.
Ilmater looks like a saint,
But then, behind closed doors,
Loviatar's paid by the hour
To ride him like a horse.
Valkur joined me on a trip
Till Umberlee sank my battleship.
You've fallen out of Lliira's grace
When Scarlet Mummers kick your face.
Eilistraee is just half-drow,
But Corellon slammed her anyhow.
Guess that's why Thay locks 'em up:
Elves can't help but screw things up.
And now, a dozen filthy sherpas
Remind me of this poem's first purpose.
I guess I'll stick it in somewhere...
"Happy Birthday, Thayan!"
There! :)
The sound you hear is the sound of me being awesome. You may begin loudly praising me and sending me your fattened calves...now.
Corella d'Margo, arch-liar
Wyren Caul-of-Amber, alchemist
Tirah Het-Nanu, courtesan
Wyren Caul-of-Amber, alchemist
Tirah Het-Nanu, courtesan