I had the urge to see how bad this could go.
Instructions
1 - Write a line of a poem, continuing on from the person above you.
It can be about anything just make it as terrible as possible.
I would start but I have no inspiration at all.
I had the urge to see how bad this could go.
Instructions
1 - Write a line of a poem, continuing on from the person above you.
It can be about anything just make it as terrible as possible.
I would start but I have no inspiration at all.
I will start
Bandits steal, Pirates travel the sea
A wise man once said, âthis truly was an Arcane Odysseyâ
Knights defend, the Navy is our safeguard
I want Lady Carina to step on my face oh so hard
One who fought like Hoarah Loux (Funny phase 2 elden ring boss)
A warrior in cold blood and pure strength
The shining berserker awaits for battle
Wizards search in hopes of a magic miracle
But they soon had to face a giant obstacle
âWorld of Magic is a fun gameâ, Once said a poor lad
Guys stop making this an actual poem, we need to make it extremely bad
no
The god of crimson stands in front
The insidious, treacherous. mischievous aura grows and glows
The creaton of the crimson stands in front
And I donât care about poems being light-hearted :tomfoolery:
In search of treasure a young pirate said.
¨I need old boots so I can make myself a bed ¨
Approximately a minute had past, lady carina is destroying a mans face
Her steel legs had left him no chance of escape but while having his head crushed only a grin remained
all this wonder made by a man
whose most famous line was
A famous line indeedâŚ
One that would go down In history
I want Iris and lady carina to step on me
I want to feel a woman
and then the berserker, clutching his art
fell to the ground and died
the sand beneath him sunk like shit just like how my dog just did (im beating him)
He fell into the darkness, to his death
The women above shook her head
She was mad that it was not fun
To fight the man that was now dead
she puked in horror from the sight
of the manâs horribly mangled body
before promptly asking for a towel
but nobody was around to hear
âWhy, Oh Why? Have the gods forsaken us?â
âA flash, and a scream, and then unyielding darknessâ
âFading away, a light ceased to permeateâ
âA Wish of vengeance, blank evermoreâ
Suddenly she realized that this entire poem made no fucking sense and decided to confront the council for their guidance
âBut the council only declared âThis poem is too cringe for usâ.â
"Then the grand navy said âto trueâ "