Big Poem competition

[LadyV]

Alright Ill give it a go but don't expect greatness. I've not been well. I hope you enjoy it for it is directly form our forums.

Brodgar Wept

So it began white and new,
Milk fresh from the Ewe.

It's journey nimble,
To its tub.

Rennet added with care,
Deep in some lair.

Slowly it formed,
Curds here and there.

With hand stretched wide,
Into trays did it now reside.

It's home now a cellar,
Rennet sweat dripped.

The life of a cheese,
Is no life of ease.

In its time a cheddar it formed,
A wheel sharp and fine.

Moving up it did see,
A cabin oh so free.

Now fixed on it's perch,
It got familiar with its villagers work.

Bidding it's time it grew,
Crusting and blue.

Now rich and refined.
Brodgar whined.

Look at me,
All come see.

Rushing in villagers came,
To see Brodgar's claim.

Brodgar sat proud,
Boasting loud.

Am I not the finest,
Rich and proud?

Brodgar was a sight indeed,
But his call caught the ears of a wandering steed.

Highwaymen hungry,
Rushed to the Great Hall.

Brodgar gazed at his villagers rush to and fro,
As they lived in a place open to the elements flow.

Steadily they fell,
To the blade.

Brodgar watched from his tray,
Seeing his villagers pray.

Battle raged,
And hearts dismayed.

The reaper came to call,
Sadly did they fall.

The hunters strode forth,
Blood dripped from their blades.

Brodgar gasped in fear,
Knowing his end near.

Ripped from his tray,
A throne no more.

To a hungry hunters mouth he crept,
And Brodgar wept.

[Goom]

The mighty walls of the village were strong
But jumped with a bug, they didn't last long
Vengence from the gods really stings
We can't have nice things

Mighty siege engines of war approach
On humble hermit camps they encroach
The lament of doom the sprucecap sings
We can't have nice things

Powerful beasts roam the hearthlands to slay
But trapped by a cliff they wither away
Hunters still cry for the loss of their slings
We can't have nice things

The good little hearthlings toil all day
digging the mines and collecting the hay
But nothing but coal the Santa brings
We can't have nice things

Jorb ventures into the world to play
RIP sweet prince, he fades away
The hearthlings rejoice in the death of their Kings
This is why can't have nice things

[Eemerald]

ladyV 4 the win <3

[linkfanpc]

With my cabin standing proud,
And the boars crying loud,

My arrow flew strong,
My arrow flew long,

Into the boar's stupid face,
Flew my brothers mace,

Into the fox,
My arrow hit,
The fox fell down,
And threw a fit,

Then the fox,
Died on the spot,
And the boar,
Went into our pot,

Then we all ate,
The stupid things,
The animals' fate,
Was on my plate,

Then we all sighed,
And we feasted well,
All the animals died,
And then rang the bell,

The raiders came,
One-by-One,
They didn't look lame,
But they were done,

We slashed,
We shot,
We bashed,
We fought,

The raiders were dead,
They did not have fun,
Though we had bled,
We, had won.

[Smoopadoop]

Slowly creeping by the bend,
bowstring taut and arrow nocked.
The bow, all life, was his best friend.
Quietly by, slinks a fox.

The thrill of the hunt,
from his mind, shunt.
When by all of his fears, he was confronted,
The hunter had now become the hunted.

A cape of bear fur,
An axe of the Bay.
All is a blur,
He must run away.

Run past the bend,
His life must be saved
But all is too late.
He enters the grave.

[shubla]

So did I win?

[sabinati]

roses are red,
violets are blue,
all i wanna know is,
what dat mouf do

[Smoopadoop]

roses are red
I smell like bum
all I wanna know
is who bloody won

[shubla]

Competition had ended also 1 entry per player

[bananza]

Nobody won, biddas is scammer