This is my poem: "Quifim"
I met a Lad,
Everyone said he was bad,
Yet he was sad,
I asked him why,
He said /sigh.
His story was Nice,
He was in the Kitchen,
Making some Spice,
He got a Invite,
He thought how Nice.
In a twist of Fate,
He was too late,
For in a Flash,
His party grew to 8.
They went to Clash,
With the Lords of Smash,
They got Mashed,
He was with his Spice.
He was Kicked, and Taunted,
He felt like he was Haunted,
For he knew that this Cursed,
Land would make him tainted.
Was it good? It was my first try at one.
Edit:202 post WOOT!!!
Edited, Sun Jul 11 01:43:24 2004 by Legoli