Poem about eve!

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Neakoe

Member

01-20-2011

Hi guys,

A little poem for ya's, got an f in english so spelling and peom understanding is not so good.

Poor Eve.


I dont have nothing to do,
My hands and face are turning blue.
I need a break from w#*/King,
So i do a bit of F#*/king Ganking.

I come on to the field as EVE,
I dont want anyone to leave.
I just want to stay on the field,
so i can rape people with my stoleto's i wield.

But now its hard as ****,
cos riot is a bag of muck.

I RAGE and RAGE......

But in the end i just look at eve,
Shes just there trying to decieve.
And just orgasm at her jug's
Before tibbers has a big hug!

Thanks for listening
Daniel


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Zwabbe

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01-20-2011

Im really not sure how to even respond to this...


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DarthPancake

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01-20-2011

Misspellings and alot of pent up sexual energy.. k..still somewhat entertaining.


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FoxAmidstStars

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01-20-2011

wtf... I don't even...


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VALOUR THE HERO

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01-20-2011

im 12 and wat is this


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Taliesin

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01-20-2011

wat is this i dont even


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xTheMadHatter

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01-20-2011

F.


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Katana

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01-20-2011

I stopped reading after "I dont have nothing to do."

Double.


Negative.


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BatGuano

Senior Member

01-20-2011

Oh Eve, shall I compare thee to a winter's day?
Thou art more malicious, and spiteful.
Rough nerfs do shake the snarling turfs,
And winter's nerfs hath all too short a date.
Sometime too cold the oracle shone,
And often is this what she shouldn't have done.
And every stare from pair
By chance, or undead snare she'll kill you with a hair
But thy eternal spite shan't fade
Nor lose obsession of that spike thou ow'st
Nor shall wards drag thou wand'rest in the open,
When in eternal darkness thou stunn'd
So long as men can't breathe or oracles can't see,
So long dies this, and this gives malice and spite to thee.