Game: I'll write you a Limerick

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#21

@hattieinduni

Welcome to the land of Pandora
Here be a tale that won’t bore ya.
Pertaining to Dahl’s
Little masked dolls
And their flesh & blood cornucopia

Deep in the halls of Headstone
Many did mark their own tombstone
Those to survive
Went out to thrive
By buzzing the flesh of the bone

But Sledge from power did fall
And so the bandits did crawl
Up in the Highlands
Down to the Dead Sands
Their gory dominion did sprawl

Not there did their tale end,
For hung on train’s tail-end
There be a man
Baring a plan
Having their demise as portend

Cutting past that dark legion
Through every last region
Was that psycho
So damn loco
That destruction was near a religion

Here is the crux of the story
Where things really got gory
Stripping the flesh
Salting it fresh
Was King Krieg in all of his glory

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#22

You Sir are a true gentleman and poet.

#23

How about one on the evils of pants and the greatness of budd

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#24

I think you lack Giuvito’s epic spirit.

#25

Sorry I was asking him to make one, I don’t have his skills to pull it off.

#26

So, the two only absolute truths in existence?

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#27

You forgot tacos! Also, could you even write about a drink as low-ranking as budd?

#28

Can you write me one about explosions? A simple request

#29

He’s not speaking about Budweiser!

He is speaking of Bud Spencer!

Go do 10 Hail Buds and 3 Our Hills this instance.

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#30

Gladly, right after Derch’s.

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#31

Probably still tastes better than Bud Light Lime

#32

I love tacos but they are not on the same level as this man

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#33

I’ve gotta admit this is what came to my mind

#34

Giu is the blonde and I’m the brunette :slight_smile:

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#35

@Derch

In a time before Anna Domini
Millennia before the spaghettini
Mankind did enjoy.
No pants to employ.
Save maybe the occasional bikini.

But along came eons of change
And man went out of their range
So with compromise.
They had to surmise.
Garments they found to be strange.

First came the cloth of the loin.
Then a toga bought with coin.
Things went fine.
'Til the design.
Of a parcel they did conjoin.

The people drained of all cool.
When forced to cover their tool.
A hundred score.
And a dozen more.
With humanity looking a fool.

Decades past the last fencer.
Came a dueler sans silencer.
Hailing from Italy.
In old Napoli.
Was born the great Bud Spencer.

For those who called him Carlo.
Knew his bullets hung quite low.
Dropping his pants.
South of old France.
He let nothing cover his below.

So as their vestige instructor.
The world had this great actor.
Dropping their greaves.
And all bereaves.
With him the true benefactor.

How will we cope with the loss
Of Italy’s last Western boss
Do not grieve
For I believe
One day our paths will yet cross.

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#36

You guys are amazing. :heartbeat:

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#37

Greatest post ever

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#38

Improved on that for you!

#39

I mean that was better than howl

#40

You’re both being way way too kind.

I just have a few quiet hours at work.

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