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This is the story of the Very Mad Guy,
Its rather complex but I’ll give it a try,
It’s also quite sad, but don’t cry,
I assure you this isn’t a lie,
The amazing origins of the Very Mad Guy,
No-one is quite sure where he was born,
He was just found looking forlorn,
His parents he seemed to mourn,
And so as he was stealing some corn,
He took a bite, but it contained a thorn,
At once he cried out in pain,
As the thorn did pierce his brain,
The Farmer thought his stock had been slain,
And so darted out in the rain,
And found the boy hiding in the grain,
Inside the farmer brought the boy,
He felt he could need a new toy,
He felt it was something he could enjoy,
Lots of little troops for him to deploy,
And the boy’s service he could employ,
And up the boy grew as a farm hand,
But sadly a war ravaged the land,
New troops the King did demand,
For his own personal command,
And his empire it was to expand,
The war went well and he began to gloat,
And this you can quote
“Very Mad guy, You I promote”,
But sadly out hero was head-butted by a goat,
And he stumbled onto a Fremmenik boat,
And off at once the boat it did row,
But sadly the wind would not blow,
And so the journey was awfully slow,
And into madness our hero did go,
Until he landed in the land of snow,
It was the land known as Daemonheim,
Our hero insane, twitching, and covered in slime,
He found some stairs covered in grime,
And slowly down them he did climb,
And down there he remained for a very long time,
Down there he found things that filled him with fright,
And accordingly he couldn’t sleep, not even at night,
For fear of creatures that could take a bite,
But our brave hero gathered all his might,
He forged some armour of shiny gorgonite!
An insane warrior from deep down below,
His heart it is now filled with woe,
At killing things he’s really a pro,
And this is the story of the guy we all do know,
That Very Mad Guy, the star of the show.
I
may
have gone slightly over the top. Hope you enjoy!
If you only do what you can do, you will never be more than you are now.
Its rather complex but I’ll give it a try,
It’s also quite sad, but don’t cry,
I assure you this isn’t a lie,
The amazing origins of the Very Mad Guy,
No-one is quite sure where he was born,
He was just found looking forlorn,
His parents he seemed to mourn,
And so as he was stealing some corn,
He took a bite, but it contained a thorn,
At once he cried out in pain,
As the thorn did pierce his brain,
The Farmer thought his stock had been slain,
And so darted out in the rain,
And found the boy hiding in the grain,
Inside the farmer brought the boy,
He felt he could need a new toy,
He felt it was something he could enjoy,
Lots of little troops for him to deploy,
And the boy’s service he could employ,
And up the boy grew as a farm hand,
But sadly a war ravaged the land,
New troops the King did demand,
For his own personal command,
And his empire it was to expand,
The war went well and he began to gloat,
And this you can quote
“Very Mad guy, You I promote”,
But sadly out hero was head-butted by a goat,
And he stumbled onto a Fremmenik boat,
And off at once the boat it did row,
But sadly the wind would not blow,
And so the journey was awfully slow,
And into madness our hero did go,
Until he landed in the land of snow,
It was the land known as Daemonheim,
Our hero insane, twitching, and covered in slime,
He found some stairs covered in grime,
And slowly down them he did climb,
And down there he remained for a very long time,
Down there he found things that filled him with fright,
And accordingly he couldn’t sleep, not even at night,
For fear of creatures that could take a bite,
But our brave hero gathered all his might,
He forged some armour of shiny gorgonite!
An insane warrior from deep down below,
His heart it is now filled with woe,
At killing things he’s really a pro,
And this is the story of the guy we all do know,
That Very Mad Guy, the star of the show.
I
may
have gone slightly over the top. Hope you enjoy!
If you only do what you can do, you will never be more than you are now.
13-Mar-2014 09:05:30 - Last edited on 13-Mar-2014 09:06:09 by Shifu
Can't you click and highlight it, then just copy it into word (or your computers equivalent). At any rate, I'm honoured that you liked it.
[Honestly, not bad considering it only took me 10-15 mins really]
Hey Rachall, my hat you do desire,
But it did take a long time to acquire,
As I struggled as a phat buyer,
The price was climbing ever higher,
But now I have it, I can retire,
For now I enjoy collecting xp,
It is still filling me with glee,
But I sold the hat and went on a spree,
99 Herblore isn't cost-free,
Wish I had kept it with a keepsake key.
------
Very Mad Guy, we meet again,
I hope you do not think I'm a bane,
Ever in your neck, I'm surely a pain,
Very many people I'm sure you have slain,
But not me, a master of the arcane,
That honour you shall never obtain,
For my power shall never wane,
So long as blood pumps through my vein.
------
As you can tell, tonight I'm feeling lazy,
For too much poetry is driving me crazy,
And my memory is becoming quite hazy,
Ran out of rhymes. Damn Daisy!
P.s. Rachall, do you pronounce it rhyming with all or el. (Call or tell?) Just incase I meet you again.
If you only do what you can do, you will never be more than you are now.
[Honestly, not bad considering it only took me 10-15 mins really]
Hey Rachall, my hat you do desire,
But it did take a long time to acquire,
As I struggled as a phat buyer,
The price was climbing ever higher,
But now I have it, I can retire,
For now I enjoy collecting xp,
It is still filling me with glee,
But I sold the hat and went on a spree,
99 Herblore isn't cost-free,
Wish I had kept it with a keepsake key.
------
Very Mad Guy, we meet again,
I hope you do not think I'm a bane,
Ever in your neck, I'm surely a pain,
Very many people I'm sure you have slain,
But not me, a master of the arcane,
That honour you shall never obtain,
For my power shall never wane,
So long as blood pumps through my vein.
------
As you can tell, tonight I'm feeling lazy,
For too much poetry is driving me crazy,
And my memory is becoming quite hazy,
Ran out of rhymes. Damn Daisy!
P.s. Rachall, do you pronounce it rhyming with all or el. (Call or tell?) Just incase I meet you again.
If you only do what you can do, you will never be more than you are now.
13-Mar-2014 22:18:36
But... you got the post after Very Mad Guy 0_o
Speaking of whom, that last verse of his poem made me laugh.
That beautiful new poster Rachall,
There is no need to cry and bawl,
I do not seek to cause a brawl,
No matter what names you do call,
Your blood would spoil my maul,
As to the ground you would surely fall,
And make a huge mess as you would sprawl,
And you shall ascend to Zaros' hall. If you only do what you can do, you will never be more than you are now.
Speaking of whom, that last verse of his poem made me laugh.
That beautiful new poster Rachall,
There is no need to cry and bawl,
I do not seek to cause a brawl,
No matter what names you do call,
Your blood would spoil my maul,
As to the ground you would surely fall,
And make a huge mess as you would sprawl,
And you shall ascend to Zaros' hall. If you only do what you can do, you will never be more than you are now.
13-Mar-2014 22:43:34
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