Give into Melancholia
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Wow!
Um… Poetry!? How to compete?
Um...
There was an old woman from Flynn
Who spent all her life drinking Gin
She drank herself silly
with a goblin called Billy
Sharing stories of Kith and of Kin. -
Welcome!
Poetry show-off? My turn!
Clap clap
A horseradish -
Narg!
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T'would seem to be
a replacement for me
Awoken, I have from misplaced slumber
To correct this obvious blunder–
For I am the OG -
A maestro of words, you think you are?
With wit so sharp, it leaves a scar?
Let me save you from that illusion,
Before you fall further unto delusion.
There can be only monarch of wit and rhyme,
To think otherwise would be a serious crime.
You seek to entertain by playing the fool,
But noone believes a joke can rule.
"God save Queen Mellie!", the people cry,
To get a better reaction, you can but try.
You might, perhaps, wish you were dead,
Then let me aid you, "Off with his head!" -
You call wrongly; a maestro? not I
More of a general – commanding each rhyme
The words line up to my natural charm,
Causing war; causing peace; pleasure; harmA strategist, expert.
A linguist, natural.
I'm cosmopolitan;
You -- pastoral.Bear no shame: your talents are great!
No true challenge to mine,
but I've reveled in our debate.
We can throw line for line;
since you're quick on your toes,
I'll have to rank up the ante --
You have your dry-writ prose:
but I've improvised a Sea Chanty. -
Buncha emo pantywaists.
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Ladies, ladies. You're both pretty. Can we get back to work now?
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I'm the most pretty
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Polly, dear, they are hopeless, you should know that by now…
