Poetry

I sit at a stool,
In December,
Wondering,
"How come I am not on TV?"

Now in March,
I think I would,
Just maybe,
Just hope,
I can chose what I am on TV for.

I hope you can make better poetry than this,
For it is not very good.

I very much like the ones so far, so I have made another.

Fighting the big boss.
Just defeated the big boss.
The party system had failed.

 

A Haiku from Ice Bear

Ice Bear is sleepy
Ice Bear hates warm beds prefers
Refrigerator

 

There once was a man in the tutorial
Whom, a week ago, had to pay a toll
For his level forty-four
Lost his weapon and more
Now is bound to shit in existences eternal.

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In a depth underground oh so still
was a player there trapped against his will.
To the forums he went
Many answers were sent
And they all said "just do /kill".

 

Long past, the web team made a bad deal
To remove the shoutbox without any reveal
Now this new advertising rule
Is, to say the least, uncool
But... who cares? PR isn't even real