So I wrote a poem...

[Scrab Watcher]

When we got sent back to ezboard, I just didn't feel like writing my wee fan-fic. So I wrote this. It's based loosly around a pantoum (that's a type of poem) but since me and rhyming aren't the best of friends I ended up with this thing. Maybe someday I'll get up off my ass and finish that fic...

Oh, and by the way, the reason that my stuff is based around the wildlife is because the I'm worried about the whole real-world wildlife thing and Oddworld lets me point the finger (no, not that way, that's rude!) without naming names.

I love Oddworld ^_^

In the name of Progress

The scrab sleeps silently
Unaware of danger to come
Knowing only the soft touch of sleep
In the morning light

Unaware of danger to come
He rises and calls his herd
In the morning light
They rise and greet

He rises and calls his herd
Chatter as they call greetings
They rise and greet
Not seeing hidden danger

Chatter as they call greetings
Stretching lazily
Not seeing hidden danger
They travel to the river

Stretching lazily
Moving across the land
They travel to the river
Seeking it’s bright waters

Moving across the land
The river comes into view
Seeking its bright waters
They near the danger

The river comes into view
The scrabs hurry to quench their thirst
They near the danger
Hidden beneath the trees

The scrabs hurry to quench their thirst
The sligs prepare to move
Hidden beneath the trees
Clutching their weapons

The sligs prepare to move
Glancing around nervously
Clutching their weapons
Soon to strike

Glancing around nervously
The scrabs sense danger
Soon to strike
The sligs begin to move

The scrabs sense danger
Embodiments of courage preparing to fight
The sligs begin to move
They cock their guns

Embodiments of courage preparing to fight
Sligs walk towards them
They cock their guns
Advancing towards the herd

Sligs walk towards them
Stalking fierce hunters
Advancing towards the herd
Soon to destroy an ancient legacy

[Oddish]

That's long. Good,but I don't see the rymes. Anyways good work.

[odd chick]

It's pretty good. I found a couple of rhymes here and there. I liked it

[Fuzzle Guy]

Poems don't have to rhyme. It's good, you got your point across: Poor Scarbs

[Scrab Watcher]

Well Oddish, like I said...rhyming and I don't get along very well.

Odd Chick, where'd you find rhymes?! I didn't see any, and I wrote the thing! Show me please, I'm curious

Fuzzle Guy, the reason I use scrabs is because I'm concerned about the whole natural environment/extinction thing. I know you didn't ask but...meh.

[odd chick]

Well Oddish, like I said...rhyming and I don't get along very well.

Odd Chick, where'd you find rhymes?! I didn't see any, and I wrote the thing! Show me please, I'm curious

Fuzzle Guy, the reason I use scrabs is because I'm concerned about the whole natural environment/extinction thing. I know you didn't ask but...meh.

fight and strike sort of rhymed. I know they aren't in the same stanza, but they did sort of rhyme together! I guess they don't really count, but oh well.