Rusty In Places

Come on Ladies and Gentlemen get ya rhyme on!!

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Sarcastic and witty Kurgen's humour is shitty
his sword skills are wet
and his footwork slippy

Mopster pulls out his hammer
and lands a banger
making wintski drop a clanger!

Rage quit, the games shit
I think I'll uninstall it

So, for grid 3, monies tight for me
but I know I will still beat Bab's and his infinite screens!
when I get round to purchase through steam

...well that's the dream, as it would seem
with my WASD its keyboards for me
no joystick, no wheel but I still feel
that Im a gonna whoop that CL

Now you think Im a tw@t more so than before
for making a rhyme that would make old Kernse' cry
but I don't care, I lost my mind
hence why I joined
The greatest clan in gaming land.

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now now winstki,

as I step into the game my teammates cry,
as a little boy solider i step up and try,
become the co of mission.
or just a grunt as long as i shoot a gun.

Teamworks key as long as you try,
making sure you dont step out of line,
Or swing will cry,
because hes a mastermind.

RIP's the clan and arma's my game good group of lads that i cant complain

Very good lol

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang...
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang...
Baaaaang, bang, bang, bang, bangety bang...
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang.

Thank you

Love it rock haha

I can not take credit for this fine bit of Sea Shanty, but hell I love sailing and booze

it’s of dear grog to you I’ll sing,

And to dear grog I’ll always cling,

I like my cup filled to the brim,

And I’ll drink all you’d like to bring.

And it’s oh, dear grog, thou art my darling,

And my joy both night and morning.

If all the rest of Adam’s race

Was assembled in this place,

I’d part with all without one tear

Before I’d part with you, my dear

The brewer brewed thee in his pan,

The tapster drew thee in his can,

Now I with thee will play my part,

And lodge thee ever near my heart

And if my wife should me despise,

By jove, I’d pluck out both her eyes,

But if she loved me as I love thee,

A happy couple we would be

Though oft hast made my friends my foes,

And oft hast made me pawn my clothes,

But since thou art so near my nose,

It’s up, me boys, and down she goes

There once was an artist named Saint,
Who swallowed some samples of paint.
All shades of the spectrum
Flowed out of his rectum
With a colourful lack of restraint.

You lot copy and pasting? if so, that is cheap, but cool poems though (I dont actually give two plops about poetry)

Rock has the mantle with his wonderful poem ironically titled 'Bang'...although I was half expecting a chitty thrown in somewhere?

it was 11:30 pm... not my most artistic time of the day

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