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Array ( [sid] => 16277 [catid] => 1 [aid] => Mick [title] => Pillow Fighting Part 2 [time] => 2003-04-20 07:05:00 [hometext] => [bodytext] => Chief is leading us once again
To our victory or to our end

Life had dealt us a losing fate
We're complaining but we dare not wait

We gather our men so few they are
Encouraging all the way is Lt. T.R.

He takes us this way and that
Often saying, "Hurry up slap!"

Our men small of number and few
When we reached the third floor we had not a clue

I walked through the door to find a shoe
It flew through the air and hit I know not who

The trap was set with special care
And we were caught in it's snare

Chief had left without a sound
When he returned reinforcements abound

The enemy stepped from the hearth of their doors
Tromping and stomping about the floors

Chief, T.R., and I were sneaking and creeping
Hoping to catch the enemy sleeping

We were jumped from our flank
They had caught the Three of Highest Rank

Fear was struck into my heart
At the same time being hit with a metal part

Justin came by himself to give assistance
Though it did little, he had great persistance

We fled back to our floor in flitting hope
Someone was stinking so I reached for the soap

Chris charged down the hall
Just to be pummeled to a fall

Caleb was shoved into a room by a guy
Then basically squashed like a fly

A jab to the face put caleb in his place
We pummeled and beat the fleeing basket case

One man down and more were quitting
Blair found a "peaceful" talk quite fitting

A wild card had put us in our place
But wait a year and We'll play our ace [comments] => 4 [counter] => 168 [topic] => 25 [informant] => TundraHydra [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => MiscPoems )
Pillow Fighting Part 2

Contributed by TundraHydra on Sunday, 20th April 2003 @ 07:05:00 AM in AEST
Topic: MiscPoems



Chief is leading us once again
To our victory or to our end

Life had dealt us a losing fate
We're complaining but we dare not wait

We gather our men so few they are
Encouraging all the way is Lt. T.R.

He takes us this way and that
Often saying, "Hurry up slap!"

Our men small of number and few
When we reached the third floor we had not a clue

I walked through the door to find a shoe
It flew through the air and hit I know not who

The trap was set with special care
And we were caught in it's snare

Chief had left without a sound
When he returned reinforcements abound

The enemy stepped from the hearth of their doors
Tromping and stomping about the floors

Chief, T.R., and I were sneaking and creeping
Hoping to catch the enemy sleeping

We were jumped from our flank
They had caught the Three of Highest Rank

Fear was struck into my heart
At the same time being hit with a metal part

Justin came by himself to give assistance
Though it did little, he had great persistance

We fled back to our floor in flitting hope
Someone was stinking so I reached for the soap

Chris charged down the hall
Just to be pummeled to a fall

Caleb was shoved into a room by a guy
Then basically squashed like a fly

A jab to the face put caleb in his place
We pummeled and beat the fleeing basket case

One man down and more were quitting
Blair found a "peaceful" talk quite fitting

A wild card had put us in our place
But wait a year and We'll play our ace




Copyright © TundraHydra ... [ 2003-04-20 07:05:00]
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Re: Pillow Fighting Part 2 (User Rating: 1 )
by kittiekat on Wednesday, 23rd April 2003 @ 02:45:13 PM AEST
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Hello remember me? It's kittie. I love your poem, it's so good and creative. Well I'm actually writing some poems myself, haha, and i posted it on this site.
So if you want to see some of my creative side and see how i write poems, look up (search-users) kittiekat. Well gtg dude, see ya.
>^..^<
Meow!!


Re: Pillow Fighting Part 2 (User Rating: 0 )
by Former_Member on Wednesday, 23rd April 2003 @ 03:14:55 PM AEST
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Hey kittie..its Kriss...but that what I red wasn't exactly a poem but w/e..bye


Re: Pillow Fighting Part 2 (User Rating: 0 )
by Former_Member on Wednesday, 23rd April 2003 @ 03:17:43 PM AEST
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nevermind...it was a poem I just didn't see it..*really blind* lol w/e its pretty kool...bye bye love ya!


Re: Pillow Fighting Part 2 (User Rating: 0 )
by Former_Member on Thursday, 24th April 2003 @ 09:31:15 PM AEST
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hiya it's kittie, and im worried about ya. Hope you didn't go and hurt urself......




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