Ok, time for some comic relief! Someone commented my blog doesnt sound like myself, which usually is something between a clown n a little kid. So for now, i shall be jus tt (lionel reaches n flips a switch behind his back). Clown-n-little-kid-mode activated.
Recently, i've been digging thru my "Chest Of Love Letters N Sweet Cards Fr Fans Of Mine" (COLLNSCFFOM for short) n i excavated something which was written by me myself (no, the other contents of the box wasnt written by myself as well. why, u think im lonely n lame?). I recognised it instantly as a poem which i had written during my army days, something really amusing which i had forgotten. Take a look :D
Blast from the past
Ale is low but spirit is high,
Knocked my head n went back in time.
That nite ya wand guided the way,
Wif my sword, i entered the flay.
Oh why not jus pyroclasm,
All those weenies in Damned Doom Chasm?
Yeah, troll heads rollin in the dust,
Orcish fingers flying fast.
Even better, we looted their dead,
Raped their wolves n played wif their heads.
Oh wat wonderful, treasured past,
And yes my fren, i do miss ya arse.
Ahahahah! Utter crap right?? I'll dedicate it to anyone who doesnt mind being the target of the dedication!
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3 comments:
pls lor.. ure too weak la, wat my english too chim..
congrats lionel...tt realli realli was crappy wahahahha
yeah tt was the appropriate response! i knew i could count on u to understand wat im writing.
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