Friday, May 21, 2010
I think it is somewhat like the Mario series if you will.It's like when your in Bowser's catle and you can't quite find your way out!But it is not quite the same,if you can feel me home G's.Now,I do understand that this is america and we say what we mean when we can say it.And like,this is the soul purpose of poems,to express your feelings for someone or something like this man did in his poem.And lets not forget that this is like XG2,it...it...it's like an adrinaline rush in that race,you wonder if you will get killed in the next race or not,but you can't decide,for the race has already begun...all you can do is just race and hope for the best.I see no need the rhyme in the poem.And for the meaning,once again,it is like Mario. . .UNEXPLAINABLE!
Thursday, May 20, 2010
METAPHOR
Bowser is a tank of unstopable power and can not stop for some simple mess.
He is one who has nothing to stop his rampage.
HE IS BOWSER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
He is one who has nothing to stop his rampage.
HE IS BOWSER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Crazy limerick
There is a head of weejee...
It belonged to Luigi...
The head was green...
Just like weejee's spleen...
It has strong hands...
Wiyh witch it plays bands...
And to this day...
Luigi still has no hay. . .
It belonged to Luigi...
The head was green...
Just like weejee's spleen...
It has strong hands...
Wiyh witch it plays bands...
And to this day...
Luigi still has no hay. . .
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
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