Kiwi Farms
So I randomly decided to write a poem about Jace.
It's a slightly shorter version of Twas the Night Before Christmas, and it seemed to work out nicely with keeping some of the lines and premise similar.
Enjoy.
Twas The Night Before Livesteam
By: Glaive
Twas the night before livestream, when all through the chat
Not a member was missing, even the apple of cats.
The update was placed in Lolcow with care,
In hopes that our Jace soon would be there.
The users were nestled all snug in their threads,
While visions of deag-nation danced in their heads.
And Katsu in his leggings, and I in my mask,
Had just settled our sperg-wrangling for a long streaming bask.
When out of the stream there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from ballpit to see what was the matter.
Away to the stream tab my mouse dashed like a hound,
Tore open the vodka and threw up the sound.
Once I heard cries of a Catholic street race,
I knew in a moment it must be our Jace.
More rapid than eagles his weens they came,
And he raged, and shouted, and called them by name!
"Now Null! now, Framer! now, Tavern and Chimpchan!
On, Dork! On, Obama! On Randall and Introman!
I'M A MARINE, NOT A COW! THIS IS GAY WOOOOOW!
Now fly away! Fly away! FlyAwayNow!"
As weens get banned for noting hair turning thin,
Jace calms a bit down thanks to meds kicking in.
So straight to the gaming and to Doing The Dew,
With the bag of Doritos, and Tyce in tow too.
The stump of a joint he held tight in his teeth,
And foil now wrapped round his head like a wreath.
He then looked quite sick and let out a groan,
Things took a turn after hosting #FactZone!
DickSquad and islams had caused a great spook,
And I laughed once I saw him tactical puke!
With deagle clutched close and fedora on head,
I knew soon that the stream would shortly turn dead.
He spoke many words of /k/ and BigStankDickDad,
And of Tupac, Palestine, gay agendas, and Mossad.
His face changed to one of sudden concern,
He let out a gasp, to the door his head turned!
It was no Kiwi or Gamerfood that put this into plan,
And we knew what was next once we all heard "YOUNG MAN!"
But I heard him exclaim, as Gail brought down the law,
"I will be a marine, realistic, TAHAA!"
It's a slightly shorter version of Twas the Night Before Christmas, and it seemed to work out nicely with keeping some of the lines and premise similar.
Enjoy.
Twas The Night Before Livesteam
By: Glaive
Twas the night before livestream, when all through the chat
Not a member was missing, even the apple of cats.
The update was placed in Lolcow with care,
In hopes that our Jace soon would be there.
The users were nestled all snug in their threads,
While visions of deag-nation danced in their heads.
And Katsu in his leggings, and I in my mask,
Had just settled our sperg-wrangling for a long streaming bask.
When out of the stream there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from ballpit to see what was the matter.
Away to the stream tab my mouse dashed like a hound,
Tore open the vodka and threw up the sound.
Once I heard cries of a Catholic street race,
I knew in a moment it must be our Jace.
More rapid than eagles his weens they came,
And he raged, and shouted, and called them by name!
"Now Null! now, Framer! now, Tavern and Chimpchan!
On, Dork! On, Obama! On Randall and Introman!
I'M A MARINE, NOT A COW! THIS IS GAY WOOOOOW!
Now fly away! Fly away! FlyAwayNow!"
As weens get banned for noting hair turning thin,
Jace calms a bit down thanks to meds kicking in.
So straight to the gaming and to Doing The Dew,
With the bag of Doritos, and Tyce in tow too.
The stump of a joint he held tight in his teeth,
And foil now wrapped round his head like a wreath.
He then looked quite sick and let out a groan,
Things took a turn after hosting #FactZone!
DickSquad and islams had caused a great spook,
And I laughed once I saw him tactical puke!
With deagle clutched close and fedora on head,
I knew soon that the stream would shortly turn dead.
He spoke many words of /k/ and BigStankDickDad,
And of Tupac, Palestine, gay agendas, and Mossad.
His face changed to one of sudden concern,
He let out a gasp, to the door his head turned!
It was no Kiwi or Gamerfood that put this into plan,
And we knew what was next once we all heard "YOUNG MAN!"
But I heard him exclaim, as Gail brought down the law,
"I will be a marine, realistic, TAHAA!"