Im bored. Hence Creative. Hence Disturbing

[Jupitus]

He finally turned to evade,
And introduce Jeeves to his blade,
A few seconds later,
It looked like a grater,
Had rained over poor Jeeves' parade!

 

[Old Nicodemus]

Hmmmm...

this one will need some thought....

It's not finished yet Jupi!!!!

 

[Jupitus]

While Nico was taking a rest,
Jup stalked back stealthed into his nest,
And then with a stab,
He gave him a jab,
Which went the way right through his vest !!

 

[Old Nicodemus]

It was then Jupi was undone
As Jeeves began to have fun
he was more than willing
to proc for a killing
so lifetapped, DD'd then stun.

 

[Jupitus]

And so, once again, at the end,
Jup finally couldn't defend,
His dodger had failed him,
The caster had nailed him,
To his funeral flowers please send

 

[Edlina]

<oor> (out of rhymes)
sorry for being away for so long, my computer had a total breakdown, had to get it fixed, couldn't get online, let alone start the comp, so havn't been possible for me to reply here for quite some time. Anyway, you can start your despair now I'm back! will rhyme tomorrow I spose

 

[Old Nicodemus]

Our eloquent, wonderful Hib
with a tongue witty and glib
has come right back
to have a crack
this innocent Hib is no fib.

WB Edlina.. now get rhyming..

 

[Jupitus]

To see nice Edlina return,
Is nothing, I'm sure, we would spurn,
Her marvellous wits,
And great pair of eyes,
Oh rhyming I really must learn!

 

[Jupitus]

I'm sorry to say though, my friends,
And I will make best amends,
Tomorrow I'm gone,
But not for too long,
Before you start spamming me sends...

To London, to drink, I am bound,
And in a pub there I'll be found,
The Templars will meet,
It's all quite discreet,
In real life, on neutral ground!

So fun will be had by us all,
And in the midst of the squall,
Will be poor old Jup,
Complete with his stoop,
I'm sure I'll be having a ball

 

[Edlina]

Originally posted by Jupitus


I think you misjudge me Edlina,
For a duel I couldn't be keener,
My blades are as bright,
As blazing firelight,
I'd be turning you into a streamer

Oh but you highly I rate
I never underestimate
My sword is flaming
On my shield I’m banging
And my bubble’s rdy for its fate

Your poisonous blade
Leave me in a haze
The purge button is ready
And my hand is steady
It works, is specially ace

Bubblin’ bubbles
Can be seen with hubble’s
My blade red look
From Legion I took
Jupi’s failing
I’m prevailing
This poet has to end
I cannot pretend,
Hubble’s won’t rhyme
I’m not worth a dime

The battle is over
I could use a shower
I broke a sweat
But Jup were no real threat
Now show me your true power!

/salute

Edlina 50th lvl bubble kitten of the royal kingdom Denmark


<more to come soon >

 

[planky]

Hehe, nice going guys, wana show me how to do it?



Plankton - the fat troll

 

[Edlina]

Originally posted by planky
Hehe, nice going guys, wana show me how to do it?



Plankton - the fat troll

It's quite easy you know,
in the end it's all a show
just rhyme some
come come come
it's not hard at all /bow

being a troll and all
I guess you'll fall
but never fear
helps right here
just ask or make a call

 

[Garris-]

Originally posted by Jupitus
I'm sorry to say though, my friends,
And I will make best amends,
Tomorrow I'm gone,
But not for too long,
Before you start spamming me sends...

To London, to drink, I am bound,
And in a pub there I'll be found,
The Templars will meet,
It's all quite discreet,
In real life, on neutral ground!

So fun will be had by us all,
And in the midst of the squall,
Will be poor old Jup,
Complete with his stoop,
I'm sure I'll be having a ball

I'm sure you look back with a sigh,
On those words which are now a lie
For with words of praise
Of Nico's rhyming finnesse
I made poor Jupitus cry.

 

[SilverHood]

There they were,
Two groups of albs,
The midgard RP whores ready,
Their groups holding steady,

The crowd control was cast,
And the remaing alb ran past,
Their grounded friends,
Who were panicking fast,

There they were,
Two groups of albs,
For the mids could charge,
Before the albs could move,
they were standing in a pack,
like trophies on a rack,

I got trigger happy,
and cast my spells,
and so the healers got snappy,
and my head rang like bells,

There they were,
Two groups of albs,
The albs started running,
Using all of thier cunning,
to avoid being snared,
by middies who cared,
for realm points only,

Running for the milegate,
To avoid their fate ,
Death was near,
But they had nothing to fear
We could not get past
So the middies got angry, fast

There they were,
Two groups of mids,
Blaming the Thanes,
For their magical stunt,
And there I was standing,
Being called a cunt,

Nothing can describe the joy I was feeling,
The abuse made me smile,
And let me know I was living,
For it is just a game,
Win or loose, it stays the same,
And the people who play,
Can have their say,
Because Thanes play for fun,
Under the Emain Sun,

 

[Old Nicodemus]

Nerf Korvarn!!!!

 

[Flimgoblin]

A limerick contest in Prydwen?
It's surely to be a good one.
On Excal they say
Nothing but 'k'
Something like this is never to happen

 

[old.Tyraette]

Flimgoblin



Limerick Contest



/victory Jupitus

 

[SilverHood]

we had our christmas carols during, erm christmas, or before.. can't remember exactly.

Will post screenies if there's a demand, but I didn't catch them all, and not all of them have christmas in mind. And it's not just one seamless piece of text... people were getting rowdy

 

[Myste]

Now Shaeffer's attempts weren't half bad,
But his scansion, you know, was quite sad.
I can't blame his yearning
To show off his learning,
But call him the Champ..? Are you mad?

Jupitus, now, has some style...
No taint there of things juvenile;
Unless, as i'm thinking,
The bugger's been drinking,
At which point he's lost...by a mile.

To my mind, there's only one winner...
One marvelous ripping-yarn spinner,
Whose exploits in rhyme
Render your verse a crime
And afford you the rank of beginner.

Lamont, as you'll find, is the best,
He'll put your sweet "skills" to the test.
He'll leave you both reeling
(and possibly squealing),
For you see, he's impossibly blessed.

And if you should think that I'm wrong...
Come, belabour the issue in song!
It's time for a tourney,
A limerick-journey...
Or perhaps you boys can't last that long?

<grins>

 

[chretien]

Ah here at the death is old Myste
Sheaffers' scansion gets terribly dissed
She seems to like Jupi
Which proves that she's loopy
Or, more likely, thoroughly pissed


So Lamont is the rhymer to beat
Apparently he is too l33t
At us mere mortals
He merely chortles
His victory all but complete


Now I have a wonderful plan
To beat this remarkable man
I'll use the same rhymes
Hundreds of times
And get a joke on the last line which doesn't really scan

 

[Garnet]

youve brought Myste out now. Evil Shaeffer

 

[Jupitus]

Originally posted by Myste
And if you should think that I'm wrong...
Come, belabour the issue in song!
It's time for a tourney,
A limerick-journey...
Or perhaps you boys can't last that long?

Ten pages you see, all in rhyme,
So where was Lamont all that time?
I challenge him now,
'Come forth, take a bow!',
And then get a facefull of grime

You see, Lady Myste, it is true,
In looks few are fairer than you,
But talking of skill,
With paper and quill,
I am chief o'er your poor templar crew!

The challengers give it their best,
They write up their poems with zest,
However, you'll see,
They'll not better me,
In the BarrysWorld Limerick Quest!

 

[Jupitus]

Well clearly the Templars are scared,
I once they all really cared,
The challenge is down,
To fight for the crown,
Especially Lamont, I have dared....

So if they don't rise to the bait,
Or turn up incredibly late,
I win by default,
Without an assault,
Will this be the poor Templars' fate?

I'll give them 'til later tonight,
To put up a show for the fight,
I'm sure they will come,
Even Lamont, the scot's bum,
Though it's clear that he's not very bright

If then, at dusk, it is clear,
That all they can show is their fear,
I'll take my title,
With no clear rival,
And others can snivvel and sneer

 

[Myste]

Jupitus, dear, don't talk rot,
I think there's a point you've forgot...
At Ludlow we hammered
The Legion, who stammered
And whined for a Limerick-Bot.

So ply your words while you still can,
Crow, if you like, little man...
We know that you're sweating
and also regretting
This "spar" with the real Limerick Clan.

 

[Jupitus]

Oh Myste, you are sadly mistaken,
Your prowess at rhyming you're fakin',
I'm not one to cower,
At false claims of power,
The title is mine for the takin'

I'll take all you've got to give out,
And at the end with a shout,
The Templars defeated,
And all retreated,
Will mark the end of the bout

 

[Old Nicodemus]

Dear Jup, I hate to pest
some others think they are best
But for ten pages see
Mainly Shaeffer and me
in a ribald limerick contest!

 

[Jupitus]

Ah Nico you're still here I see,
That's good, for a fight out of three,
Your efforts, I'm sure,
Will fondly endure,
But don't you expect to beat me

 

[Jupitus]

Let's make Nico Limerick Goon,
And give him the famed wooden spoon,
He does try his luck,
Although his rhymes suck,
They're still not so bad for a loon

 

[Jupitus]

My dear Lady Myste, may I ask,
Where is your Lamont for this task?
You speak of his skill,
So after the kill,
Before him, in glory, I'll bask!

 

[Myste]

Dear Nico, you'll find i'm not pouting,
So what if you've had fun in spouting?
It's true I came late
And found you in full spate,
But the quality, sadly, I'm doubting.

Jupitus, how you go on....
As for fakers, well dear you are one.
I guess this is why
We shall soon see you cry...
With puppy-eyes all woebegone.