The Ironsong Tribe

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Guest

There was a Lady who entertained the Tribe one night,
With songs and poems and many a story she did write.
“Sing True, Ironsong!” she says, “Sing True!”
Without Lady Dispaya, whatever would we do?
Her songs in our hearts, we rally to the fight!

Guest

There once was an orc Zae knew well
and he would often jest of his smell
when he caused the alliance to flee
it wasn't because of a killing spree
but cause they suddenly didn't feel too well


Eh, not the greatest but you try rhyming something with Dergash or Dergy Tongue
Ask and you shall receive...

I once knew an orc named Dergash
Who cast spells with an impressive flash
He knew while in hell
a demon too well
and broke out in a terrible rash


*WINNER*

Guest

Damn you Fleet! >.< Not only did you rime it but you made me lol too. Tongue
It's been 30 minutes and I am still laughing...
Killing the body was such a dare
Kardwel's magic, torn and laid bare
But then he changed into another
With poison and daggers to smother
Oops! There goes his hair...

((this will make a lot more sense later, I swear!))
Shantow is a druid who knows how to fight
Spam wrath and moonfire all through the night
Turn into a big, brown owl now!
Much more attractive than a cow
Behind this big, feathery butt is a terrible sight!
I am Noodlemortis and my time has come
to rid this world of the evils done.
They are fearful and stammer
upon seeing my hammer
and flee for this battle is won.

In victory I return to the town
where promptly they offer a crown.
They crown me a king
and bestow me with bling
and greet me with nary a frown.
Behind this big feathery butt there is a terrible sight????



W.
T.
F?
You're getting attention.

Now sit back down!
There once was a Tauren named FLEET
and you know that she really was SWEET
she has a great WIT
for the poems that she WRIT
and she also has a really big imagination!


*WINNER*

I declare Fleet the winner for her poem about Dergash.
Well done Fleet. We are still laughing at that one.
Your booby prize is in the mail...*wink*

huggs
-=((D))=-
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