pure poetry!

Paladin

I woke early one morning, The earth lay cool and still.
When suddenly a tiny bird, Perched on my window sill.
He sang a song so lovely, So carefree and so gay.
That slowly all my troubles, Began to slip away.
He sang of far off places, Of laughter and of fun.
It seemed his very trilling, Brought up the morning sun.
I stirred beneath the covers, Crept slowly out of bed.
And gently lowered the window, And crushed his ****ing
head.

Gamblor

YOu forgot the next line ..
I got a cup of coffee
and then i was care free
oh the lack of sleep
made me wana leap ( yes i know it's bad ok !!! ;-) )
SO i went to bed and slept
like the dead

P.S. SPam away !!!!!

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***** Feel my Evil Neon Claws *****

Wyverne

pitiful, children

pitiful children, know ye not what ye seek
a life with less woes than those of the meek

but for this will u search for a time to come
for its not yours to have 'til the deeds are done

not do i know why u would kill a bird
a being of grace, with a song to be heard

know ye not what this world has yet to offer
seeking your fortunes from the abundant coffers

lifes little graces are much more worthwhile
and yet cost they nothing 'cept to rest awhile

so seek your killings and coffees elsewhere
in the hope that life will soon come to spare

you and your pitiful lifeless existence
etched in the world on a backward stance

Wyverne

Paladin

Hup ya go. Dislodge hobbes and his plagerism.