Qazwsx3740!!!
I've made a poem for you about a noob and elitists! Enjoy!
*cough, cough*
There once was a nooblet named Bob,
Quite pathetic and needing a job.
In huge desperation he asked all the nation
For one-so they started a mob.
They chased him from Varrok to Ardounge,
From Midnight all the way to far noon.
Then one said "Hey, guys, to sure his demise"
"To Wildy with him!" Said him. Rawr, goon!
So north did they lead him to kill him,
With anger this act it did fill him,
So run to some bats, and other habitats,
And the mob the whole way followed still him.
The mob took some damage, were mad.
And Bob he did laugh-was he bad?
The mob did deserve this-remember-preserve this
Killing Bob now was a large fad.
But eventually all the mob died,
And each of them mumbled and cried.
For above their heads was mark signs of the dead-
A skull which they got 'long the ride.
So Bob became rich and yelled "Fore!"
He had six mil which you can't ignore.
Bob grinned and walked off to brag and to scoff.
For a job it was needed no more.
Legoleg
25-Jul-2006 00:35:25
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