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== Here be the poetry of the late night musings of battlemaster. == | == Here be the poetry of the late night musings of battlemaster. == | ||
Under construction... And i have no idea how to do said construction | |||
== Haiku's == | |||
{{AsgardArticle | |||
|header = Maxim Jones | |||
|editor = Mick Mugurk | |||
|date = January 2010 | |||
|article = | |||
Florence the red. | |||
Trademark cold frown abound. | |||
Smells of milkcaine. | |||
}} | |||
{{AsgardArticle | |||
|header = To hunt a squirrel | |||
|editor = Mick Mugurk | |||
|date = January 2010 | |||
|article = | |||
The world proclaim | To catch a squirrel. | ||
Blackmore are honourless dogs | You need but only one tool. | ||
Poison forgives | |||
The windmill. | |||
}} | |||
{{AsgardArticle | |||
|header = Goblin Invasion | |||
|editor = Mick Mugurk | |||
|date = January 2010 | |||
|article = | |||
Filth and Ruin. | |||
Makarian hordes bring. | |||
Oh the smell. | |||
}} | |||
{{AsgardArticle | |||
|header = Honourless suicide | |||
|editor = Mick Mugurk | |||
|date = January 2010 | |||
|article = | |||
The world proclaim. | |||
Blackmore are honourless dogs. | |||
Poison forgives. | |||
}} | |||
{{AsgardArticle | |||
|header = Plans aflame | |||
|editor = Mick Mugurk | |||
|date = January 2010 | |||
|article = | |||
Xaphan the cruel. | |||
An ambition of fuel. | |||
Burned like his tail. | |||
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Latest revision as of 04:05, 27 January 2010
Here be the poetry of the late night musings of battlemaster.
Under construction... And i have no idea how to do said construction
Haiku's
Maxim Jones |
by Mick Mugurk |
January 2010 |
Florence the red.
Trademark cold frown abound. Smells of milkcaine. |
To hunt a squirrel |
by Mick Mugurk |
January 2010 |
To catch a squirrel.
You need but only one tool. The windmill. |
Goblin Invasion |
by Mick Mugurk |
January 2010 |
Filth and Ruin.
Makarian hordes bring. Oh the smell. |
Honourless suicide |
by Mick Mugurk |
January 2010 |
The world proclaim.
Blackmore are honourless dogs. Poison forgives. |
Plans aflame |
by Mick Mugurk |
January 2010 |
Xaphan the cruel.
An ambition of fuel. Burned like his tail. |