A Bumble Sonnet
Bumbling with the winglatches, we raise
Platforms to leap across the water deep,
Once again, we fall in with malaise,
On this dungeon quest of the Skull Keep.
Our efforts with success this time do meet,
We make it safely without tumbling down,
And going through the hallways, we now greet,
Sinead O'Connor gals in see-through gowns!
At last we find the relic that we seek,
We bumble 'cross the lava boiling room,
This venture is not for the faint nor weak,
One false step, and it will seal our doom!
We return the relic to the Lich at last,
And watch as Lord Cet fries his lowly @$$.
(Iambic Pentameter, Shakespearean Style).
-Sazerac
[This message has been edited by Sazerac (edited 05-05-2001).]
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