Rollin through this land,

 

 

 

With a smile on my face.

 

 

 

Lobsters in my back-pack,

 

 

 

And a dagger at my waist.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I situate my ammy,

 

 

 

Put my armor in its place.

 

 

 

Search the wild for some noobys,

 

 

 

And stab them in the face.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I flick on my flash light,

 

 

 

And step into the trees.

 

 

 

I got it form the future,

 

 

 

When I used a time machine.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The wild quickly brightens,

 

 

 

I can see what lies ahead!

 

 

 

A level hundredÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s bow nÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢ arrow,

 

 

 

Pointed at my head!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

You would think that IÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢m a goner,

 

 

 

Since IÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢m only level 3

 

 

 

But you will soon find out

 

 

 

ThereÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s some tricks inside my sleeves

 

 

 

I called out to the player,

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¦Ã¢â¬ÅBoy u better runÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬ÃâÃ

Heh funny poem :D

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

-Ki

hehe :lol: I like it. Its got some noob power! lol. Nice bit of humor as well.

 

 

 

I enjoyed reading it. And like that you accually rhymed stuff. I'm big for rhyming because then I think it flows nicer. :D Good Job! :wink:

ha ha ha! i like it. more for the humor than the poem :?.

 

 

 

well beware of the lv 50's! we have mini guns! muhahahahaha!