we all play the games, there are things we praise and things we would like to try and banish from our minds, and hard drives. be a little creative and make a poem, limmerick, anecdote, or haiku about something that irks you to no end, or something you want more of.
AN ODE TO CAMPERS:
hope you got a good deal on that tent and sleeping bag,
cause the last thing you'll see it the icon of my frag.
you sit and you shoot;
not to bad to boot,
but any old fool and hold his gun,
and taste that hot pocket he's munching on.
the name of the game is COD4,
or CS if you are quite poor,
and the idea is to run and gun,
not to sit and spoil the fun.
i turn a corner and there you are,
thinking to yourself, "im quite the star."
you get me once, maybe twice,
but trust me son, you'll pay the price.
i hunt you down, again and again,
blow off your head as you run like a hen.
you yell and you shout,
break a controller, there is no doubt.
trying to get me in your spot,
but there you are and i am not.
i turn the corner and there you are,
i see your gun, the B.A.R.
you unload your clip, every round
mid reload, i put you on the ground.
you may sit and you may stay,
but at the end of the day,
when all is said and done.
me, the runner, holds the smoking gun.
that was just the first... use that right hemisphere in your brain and try and be creative. so what if it sucks? have some fun
AN ODE TO CAMPERS:
hope you got a good deal on that tent and sleeping bag,
cause the last thing you'll see it the icon of my frag.
you sit and you shoot;
not to bad to boot,
but any old fool and hold his gun,
and taste that hot pocket he's munching on.
the name of the game is COD4,
or CS if you are quite poor,
and the idea is to run and gun,
not to sit and spoil the fun.
i turn a corner and there you are,
thinking to yourself, "im quite the star."
you get me once, maybe twice,
but trust me son, you'll pay the price.
i hunt you down, again and again,
blow off your head as you run like a hen.
you yell and you shout,
break a controller, there is no doubt.
trying to get me in your spot,
but there you are and i am not.
i turn the corner and there you are,
i see your gun, the B.A.R.
you unload your clip, every round
mid reload, i put you on the ground.
you may sit and you may stay,
but at the end of the day,
when all is said and done.
me, the runner, holds the smoking gun.
that was just the first... use that right hemisphere in your brain and try and be creative. so what if it sucks? have some fun