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[Kashyyk]

Sour green fruit he is.
With a grinning face, looks right.
Pirate perhaps.

[Remuthra]

Planet from Star Wars,
Is that the correct image?
I really don't know.

[javierpwn]

Stop with these haikus.
I am truly not so fond.
For it's limited.

[Remuthra]

Haikus are easy
But sometimes they do'nt make sense
Refrigerator

[Fr0stByt3]

Too true, too true.
But I shall not try my hand at haiku.

Tell me, my friend,
how you deal with, in the end

The other heads of the hydra?
I fear they shall make it far too easy
For many foes to find you.

[borno]

I think that this thread has devolved
instead of describing, as I have been told
the user above you, in a short poem
we start conversations, which 'till now seemed unknown.

[Xantalos]

This guy is
Intelligent and
Correct, yes.

[Remuthra]

If our topic becomes dead
We could always talk about puns instead

[Caesar]

A title that speaks,
Of a land out of row,
Remuthra, Remuthra,
Rolls off the tongue like off a bow,
It is painful yet quick,
And thus it is so,
That my 'poem' describes a name,
And not a person I know.

[Il Palazzo]

You are like a salad,
Whose ripe and fresh contents
Consist of mystery of chopped together
Alien ingredients

You are like canis lupus
Of the late King Edward Septimus
What breed you are or sex?
Well bred or prone to making a ruckus?

You are like the Gaul
Omnis divisa in partes tres
Or rather, the man who took her to wed
And hid behind the veil of history and jest

You are like the city
In the Great Dyke of Rhodesia
Whose presence in western mind
Clouds the apathetic amnesia

You are like the coctail
Made by frigid lumberjaks in flannel
There might be in you maple syrup as well as not
Or a dead fish from a barrel

Or like that haircut
Or the football team,
Or the Frogs' cannon
You might be are all of these and none
No guess here can be final

[Fr0stByt3]

What have we here, sir?
A master of prose and words
Graces us today.

[Caesar]

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You are like a salad,
Whose ripe and fresh contents
Consist of mystery of chopped together
Alien ingredients

You are like canis lupus
Of the late King Edward Septimus
What breed you are or sex?
Well bred or prone to making a ruckus?

You are like the Gaul
Omnis divisa in partes tres
Or rather, the man who took her to wed
And hid behind the veil of history and jest

You are like the city
In the Great Dyke of Rhodesia
Whose presence in western mind
Clouds the apathetic amnesia

You are like the coctail
Made by frigid lumberjaks in flannel
There might be in you maple syrup as well as not
Or a dead fish from a barrel

Or like that haircut
Or the football team,
Or the Frogs' cannon
You might be are all of these and none
No guess here can be final

Absolutely awesome.

[Fniff]

God of Gods,
King of Kings.
Let us see what
Caesar brings.
Stories of triumph,
stories of woe.
Of mortals brung high,
and heroes taken low.
Caesar is the weaver of story
here on Bay12, a master
that will leave you wanting for more tales of glory
and of darkness, and of light, and of chaos, and of order.

[Remuthra]

There once was a man in red
Who sat straight as if dead
He had a tower
With meager power
It slowness gave him a square head.

[Fr0stByt3]

You I have seen in many places,
And yet I know you not.
For none shall see our true faces.
Here, where what is dead is left to rot.

A Bay of twelve
Where a God howls for blood,
A man hides his true self,
But all withstand any flood.

[I suck at this. ]