Post by Sunflash The Axe on Apr 27, 2005 9:43:44 GMT -5
ok, I made this in 30 minnutes and submited it to the Vulpine Imperium.
I know all the information isn't that accurate, but I couldn't make it all fit
This'ere poem,
is for poor ol' Brome,
who got captured by Badrang,
an' made Urran Voh foam!
Yes dear ol' Brome,
friend of Martin.
Brother to Rose,
who lost her life,
lookin' at Badrang's nose!
An' dear ol' Martin,
was hurt to the toes,
so 'e thought about home,
an' abandon poor likkle Brome!
Sweet likkle Brome,
you're life was in vain,
wanted to be a warrior,
but couldn't take the pain,
lost all yer friends at Marshanks gates,
an' that be's why he endlessly hates!
So where hath ye gone?
lost from our sight,
come on now, just one likkle song?
Yer sisters voice is sweet
but whoooeeet!
Dont sing that again!
My likkle lost friend.
Yes poor likkle Brome,
he's been through alot,
had his head almost dented,
at the throwing of a pot,
almost swallowed by a fish,
but would he die? DEFINENTLY NOT!
You've lost yer friend Felldoh,
'e wasn't no pillow,
killed by a spear,
but untouched by fear!
Yes that was the start,
of a really big battle,
but right as they started to lose 'eart,
ere' came Martin in a quick little straddle.
Saved was they all,
exepting the dead,
amoung them was found,
poor Rose's 'ead.
Where 'e went from 'ere no one knows,
but we can only hope 'es happy there,
from winters the knee deep snows,
to summers bright shining nose*.
But I'm sure e's glad that no one knows.
So 'ere ends yer story,
in all it's glory,
I'll never know where ye've went,
or the years ye've spent,
wanderin' round,
but ye've never found another friend,
but ye'll keep lookin',
for who knows what lies around the bend!
*The sun
I know all the information isn't that accurate, but I couldn't make it all fit
This'ere poem,
is for poor ol' Brome,
who got captured by Badrang,
an' made Urran Voh foam!
Yes dear ol' Brome,
friend of Martin.
Brother to Rose,
who lost her life,
lookin' at Badrang's nose!
An' dear ol' Martin,
was hurt to the toes,
so 'e thought about home,
an' abandon poor likkle Brome!
Sweet likkle Brome,
you're life was in vain,
wanted to be a warrior,
but couldn't take the pain,
lost all yer friends at Marshanks gates,
an' that be's why he endlessly hates!
So where hath ye gone?
lost from our sight,
come on now, just one likkle song?
Yer sisters voice is sweet
but whoooeeet!
Dont sing that again!
My likkle lost friend.
Yes poor likkle Brome,
he's been through alot,
had his head almost dented,
at the throwing of a pot,
almost swallowed by a fish,
but would he die? DEFINENTLY NOT!
You've lost yer friend Felldoh,
'e wasn't no pillow,
killed by a spear,
but untouched by fear!
Yes that was the start,
of a really big battle,
but right as they started to lose 'eart,
ere' came Martin in a quick little straddle.
Saved was they all,
exepting the dead,
amoung them was found,
poor Rose's 'ead.
Where 'e went from 'ere no one knows,
but we can only hope 'es happy there,
from winters the knee deep snows,
to summers bright shining nose*.
But I'm sure e's glad that no one knows.
So 'ere ends yer story,
in all it's glory,
I'll never know where ye've went,
or the years ye've spent,
wanderin' round,
but ye've never found another friend,
but ye'll keep lookin',
for who knows what lies around the bend!
*The sun