First, I will post the overall rules, and then I will post the specifics about this week.
Original rules, as stated by Ubertuna:
It must fit the week's theme. It must be submitted by the deadline. It cannot have inappropriate language in it. It cannot be stolen (if you plagiarize, we will find you).
Also:
The poem must be created for this contest A user cannot win two weeks in a row (though everyone is welcome to submit every week!) Only one submission per user will be accepted
As we all know, the winner will recieve a merit, and their poem will be featured on the _Poetry_ page.
OK, on to this week's topic...Again, we are having a style instead of a theme. Also, this week we are having TWO WEEKS to do it, instead of the usual one. Why? Because this will be an EPIC poem. Or, rather, a parody of an epic poem. Generally, epic poetry is very long, and tells the serious story of a heroic figure. Well, this week, the epic figure is YOU! Write a long poem (I'll leave the definition of 'long' up to you, but give it a good go) about the heroic story of you! It can be silly, serious, whatever... just have fun with it. You have two weeks, so have a great time!
I was sitting on my room, eatin AG's, candied brooms, bananas and delicious peas. One broom splintered in my mouth and I yelped and I cried. When the pain subsided, I thought to myself. "Money really is the root of all evil"
Ok, this was a rather hard contest to judge. That is mostly because Parsat seems to have been the only person to have actually understood the theme. Unfortunatly, I cannot give the prize to Parsat, since he already won last week.
So, I award the Honorable Mention of Being Awesome to Parsat, for On the Hunt Or, Please Don't Ban Me, This Is Just For a Contest:
This thing, it was so long and hard, It forced itself midway; I screamed and gasped for much more air (Is this a porn cliche?)
It penetrated in the depths Of an organ soft and pink, It drove itself in all so hard I really couldn't think.
It attacked me in from the front, From sideways and the rear; It came in flows and quickish spurts (This is really getting queer).
Since you have fallen for my bait, I really must explain The "it" refers to this contest; The "organ" is my brain.
I was quite strapped for good ideas Until I wrote this down. Hyperbole, yes, it's the friend Of perv-hunters all around.
Choosing first place was hard, because I had to decide whether to judge it by the awesomeness of the poem, or how close it got to adhering to the contest's theme. I have decided that the Awesome gap between the first and second place poems is larger than the theme gap. That being said,
lol, I'm thinking about making the grand prize for this round a ban instead of a merit :P And Strop, Parsat already won last week >
1st Place goes to Strop, for Srs biznis
When you've put your foot in it, When it hits the fan, When you hit return and then wonder, If you might face a ban, Reaching for the panic button, Hit control and zed, But you've already posted, It will haunt you till you're dead, No matter what the gaffe, You needn't really bother, You can always claim the keys, Were right next to each other, On the internet you'll never win, You say yes they see no, Coz in the land of stupid arguments, F*** you means hello.
Second place is going to be awarded to kingryan's Out of Context, for the reasons stated above.
A man said he saw a fish. I thought he said a dish. I ran to sea to have a look, and on the way I met a cook.
The cook was looking for a wish, and was with a girl named Tish. We found a very small nook, And a very sharp fishing hook.
Now a man did say he caught a fish, I did think he'd caught a dish.
And third goes to Aaroniscool for Idk :P:
I was sitting on my room, eatin AG's, candied brooms, bananas and delicious peas. One broom splintered in my mouth and I yelped and I cried. When the pain subsided, I thought to myself. "Money really is the root of all evil"
There will not be a dishonorable mention this week, since it was melded into the first place prize. Now, for the new theme: It appears that Winter is here, and with it all the joy and cheer of the holiday season. During this time, there is an unseen force. A power so great, it could be said that it drives the very spirit of he holidays. This force, which will also be your theme for this week's contest, is...
*drumroll*
STROP, THE CHRISTMAS NINJA
Thanks to all who participated, and have fun with this week's theme! If you would rather write a poem on "Strop, the Kwanzaa Ninja," or "Strop the Hanukkah Ninja," feel free. As long as it involves a winter holiday.
In the winter snow he dash, In the holiday spirit he clash, In the gift shop he stares, On the gifts that is on the way.
He has the gift to give to our guys, That is the banhammer for goodness price, Yeh you guessed it he is ninja strop, now you see him, now you don't.
Since it was Christmas he was just sitting down, Eating a cup of yogurt and a slice of cake from town, He is just staying even though he is going to be killed, By orlestat as i see from the story of strop,I believed.
In the winter snow he force himself, To be as good as a horse, He helped Santa as a substitute, For rudolph does not glows.
He deal with all of the bogans, Even if kingryan wins, But it is the horse you all just knew. Strop is good as a Christmas tree.