Poem: So lost is the soul of the Meech
So lost is the soul of the Meech
Dried and old is her cry in the sky So lost is the soul of the Meech They have all been fried So lost is the soul of the Meech It makes me wanna cry So lost is the soul of the Meech But, with hope in my eyes I hope to here the cry... So lost is the soul of the Meech ...she may be still alive So heard is the soul of the Meech I love the voice in wich she speaks So lovely is the Meech Oh, how I love the Meech The rest may meet her fate So save the animals afleet... -Zach Roy Wilson So what did ya think? |
very good. very very good. very very very good!
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Pretty good. It would be better if you continued with the "so lost is the soul of the Meech" scheme throughout the stanza. Keep up the good work.
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Please,since this is referring to meeches on oddworld, this is oddworld related literature, and thus should go in Fan Corner. No worries about it though, I will move it this time with no complaints because you are still getting aquainted like many of us with the change of design, and layout, but please remember that next time to make sure you understand where to put what. :)
-Sincerely Al the Vykker FC Mod... |
I like it! Cool!
How lost is the soul of the meech, doo doodily doodily dum! I think they should make a "Meech Temple" level in Oddworld that's really empty and deserted. |
Hehe, thats pretty good man. Keep up the good work!
Oddling l:c l |
Thnx ya'll
Here's a new poem: Slig-- He looks in the sky His throat is dry He needs a bath Looks down the path And what he sees Is a shock to be Ahoy a Scrab so galant and free He aims his gun and locks his target BANG! Strike one BANG! Strike two BANG! Strike three Out of caps He runs to hide And gets stuck to tree sap He thrashes and screams As the beast closes in He thrashes about And... The Scrab pulverizes him to a bloody pulp Nothing but cream as he utters his last scream And... BANG! The monster falls And a Slig watches as his prey sinks As another bullet chinks off his M.O.L.E. Long live the Sligs... |
Wierd. But I got the general idea. Cool.
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HAHAHA! wait, i read that before :fuzemb: oh yeah! you told me that!
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A is for amazing tea
L is for la la lee F is for fantastic rehab to Alf |
You are really good at poetry :fuzsmile:
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Thank you Fleech Food.
A is the afterburn of explosions B is the blasting of the powerful Shrykull E is the extreme life of... ABE :) |
Here's a GREAT one...
There once wuz a guy named Munch Who sat down 2 have sum lunch -The End |