Poem: So lost is the soul of the Meech

[Zach Roy Wilson]

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?

[Fez]

very good. very very good. very very very good!

[Canned Gabbiar]

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.

[Al the Vykker]

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...

[Splat]

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.

[oddling]

Hehe, thats pretty good man. Keep up the good work!

Oddling l:c l

[Zach Roy Wilson]

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...

[Splat]

Wierd. But I got the general idea. Cool.

[Abeguy]

HAHAHA! wait, i read that before oh yeah! you told me that!

[Zach Roy Wilson]

A is for amazing tea
L is for la la lee
F is for fantastic rehab
to Alf

[Fleech Food]

You are really good at poetry

[Zach Roy Wilson]

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

[SuperSlig]

Here's a GREAT one...

There once wuz a guy named Munch
Who sat down 2 have sum lunch

-The End