One line each. Lines can be as long or as short as you like. It doesn't have to rhyme.
Silently slipping between the stars, deathly as it prowls,
The beast of a ship came upon an innocent world
Seen from a distance, the world slowly turning, peaceful existance,
Seeing death cry in it's most lonely hours
Eternal peace began to sour
As the ship fired at long last
All the people could hear was the blast
The Force screamed with their agony
Nothing remained but a memory
Of the entire planet and its people,
Disappeared, blinked out of time.
Such is the fate of so many worlds
Fading away into history's passage
The screams of millions fading into the dark emptiness of eternity
The echoes of another dying child,
Added to the never ending wheel
With nothing left to appeal,
But only nagging loss to feel,
The ruthless leave nothing behind,
Because the balance was once again tilted,
Because Sunflash's post made little to no sense.
So wiped from the galaxy the planet had been,
Never to appear on map or ever again be seen
Until one day out of the blue
Came a strange face of a world,
With new myths and legends, waiting to be told.
The world was like a jewel shining out through the stars,
A princess waltzing into a bar she was,
without a doubt the beauty of the land
was paralleled by none,
although she weighed nearly a ton. (:P)
She gazed upon the sparkle of the crystals and the twinkle of stained glass.
Brawls broke out around her, but little did she notice,
A window shattered above her head, and the shards, they did miss
She casually looked around, nothing of intersest she did not see,
And didn't even think to flee
However, many patrons did want her to be,
with them when they left at night,
As respectful was not their type,
she often smoked pot in her pipe.
Uzbad thought that Tora was weird,
Because she often liked to leer,
With one hand on her beer,
thinking of her one fear,
that the tap would run out,
then it would be like a drought
and people would often pout,
and they would not want a trout,
To throw them out
Oh, how I hate sour crout.
One day, which was quite gay, in may, in the bay of caskay....
There was a piece of hay, which I may say,
Ran away, and committed afray
a massacre one day
Some may often say,
That he died along the way,
But often, others have been swayed to say to this day,
That he was horrid.
But his passions were torrid
no matter how morbid
and so he returned to his ship, it's colors sordid,
hoping not to be boarded,
he set a course to Malacor Five,
in haste to catch his prey alive,
for he had not eaten in ages,
and so had begun to decay in stages,
while sitting inside fourteen cages,
acquiring the knowledged of sages,
who were smelly as rats,
Requite needs to learn how to spell or kersplats,
his brain would go, and end up eating place-mats,
while alone in a house collecting hundreds of cats,
Many of which wore huge ugly hats,
that resmeble Uzbad's cateracts,
Requite is quite mad,
but every one knows he is glad
how do we know he ain't sad,
because he loves to be ever so bad,
though we hope he's not a cad,
well, maybe just a tad,
so that we could say he's bad
and he would really like to be had,
in case poor ickle Uzbad was sad
although he was glad,
because he was a fad,
his head was on backward,
because he was snockered,
, and you might say he was shocked, (pronounced 'shock-ed')
and when he was mocked,
he would go into a rage,
we'd have to lock him in a cage.
Then for some reason his skin would become the colour sage.
and no longer would he age,
but man it made him look like Mage,
As anger flowed through his vein
for some reason it started to rain
Oh why is it such a pain?
To continue this to no gain?
until he had to be slain?
Oh, aren't ya'll so lame.
hey, he has a name!
He said it when he came.
back from the podracing game.
while he was buying a new cane.
How does he stay sane?
Cause he feels no pain.
so he speaks of everyone with disdain.
all of a sudden it starts to rain
so he runs to the base of house Bane
Where he will die in shame
without any fame.
and in death he will find the pain
so power he must gain
Mace will die in glory.
but it's one hell of a story.
You guys are starting to bore me
well go away and have a cup of tea.
i really have to pee.
Don't tell that to me
Does anyone here have a brother named Lee?
Blinded to the point one can't see
this is makeing me wanna pee.
uh huh, what up, G?
not much dude, just headin to the snow for a ski.
Can I come along, are you taking with you me?
i suppose i could, but it's worth a fee.
You take me with you or I will always say "Ni"!
fine then but dont complain if ya hit a tree.
If we hit a tree, I'm gonna smite thee!
maybe it'll be safer if we just went for swim in the sea.
Can I bring Aunt Dee?
If you do I think Mike might flee.
Not only would I flee, as if stung by a bee, I`d yank into you my knee and happily glee as you stumble in pain.
I think we better just let Aunt Dee play in the rain.
No, her efforts would be in vain
man, planning this trip is gonna drive us insane.
You think we gonna explode in the brain?
Me think we will so we'll have to go a bit tame.
I'm getting quite tired of this game,
ya know i'm thinking the same.
Well that's quite a shame that this game is so lame, so I might as well go as I came.
Its a shame to have a game so lame turn people away from the fame that made them all the same
why don't you take a photo and put it in a frame?
Because it'll drive me insane!
Like with the weepy young devotchkas, and "Singin' in the Rain"?
This is all in vane, its a pain, I'm gonna go hide under a rock.
I am going to get my Glock
You won't find it 'casue I his it in one of my smelly work socks.
My god look at the clock!
cause you made me look at that stupid clock, I just got me a head knock.
Just throw yourself in a closet, and give me the lock
i prefer the sound of Glock, it seems to rock!
screw the glock, you can never get a hold of me
Im as fast as Lee, and as tiny as a bee
are you talking about Mohammed or Bruce, I can't see?
why don't you just talk to me?
Because you broke my heart, are you happy?
Another wounded dove, whose cries are rather sappy.
a wounded dove, does it's wings go flappy?
it would not be very happy
if Bob just started tappy
I think that Bob's tappy would just be crappy.
now that this ryme is getting sappy, its time to change the tone
Just be sure that when you do it your not alone
Dazed, confused, and lost in the ozone.
time to shut up and get the damn phone
Yeah, you big bozone
your outta the zone, gotta get a better ryme
u make it sound like we have time
thats a really dumb line
Did ya'll know it's three past nine?
hmm, i thought it was nine past thyme.
When the state drugged marionettes perform their pantomime.
What the hell? God, I need some lime..
Dont commit a crime
because once upon a time
there was a smelly dime
And on that smelly dime was a secret etched in gold.
A secret only for those who're bold.
And then you see that you've all been fooled
Just like how Revenge schooled.
Funny Since revenge was just fooled
And even more that Rage drooled.
Rage smacked revenge with a big tool called a tooled
(Not that good at this stuff
and now everyone is fooled!
And a rip created in time. . . . . lol
that smelt very much like squished limes.
And then all was silent for a moment or two.
And then RevengeX was splattered with poo!
But even more significant was that the statue
was right in the middle of a giant sneeze,
when its nose was tickled by a few bees
And its foot lay in a puddle of...cheese
which was going quite bad,
as ice cream appeared and tasted like cookies,
Droveth Kathera Vectivi
And Droveth appeared and gave everyone noogies.
and everyone began to boogies