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!
And on the main note of this post, heavy congratulations to Gab. It was a fantastic piece, and definitely deserved to win - cheers!
Thanks old buddy, yours was a tough one to match, you deserve as much praise as I.
Ok, I'm bored right now and I just got inspired by a newground game so here goes.
Winning
He roams about, hunting it's dinner With cash and cars and a nice house ''It's in Malibu, come by later'' Just how can the lady he so arouse??? If you've not yet noticed or seen I'm talking about Charlie Sheen It's not even called gambling When all you do is winning
He roams about, hunting its dinner With cash and cars and a nice house ''It's in Malibu, come by later'' Just how can the ladies he so arouse? If you've not yet noticed or seen I'm talking about the Charlie Sheen It could not even be called gambling When all you ever do is winning
Brought some corrections, I'm thinking about submitting it for real, it's actually pretty funny.
Yes I'm aware, but in regards of the circumstences, I deduced peasant was the right word. Seeing how the phesant is a prideful and beautiful bird, the term ''mere'' would have seemed a little out of place.
You win less sarcasm than usual.
I'm gald to hear it my friend. You know, I think we'd get along fine if we'd meet. Oh well, back to the writing table for me; I'll be less busy by the end of March so you'll probably hear more of me buddy.
Battle Victor The battle horn cries. See them clash together. One mans sword through another mans leather. He falls to the ground,Without another sound.
They are the winners,They are the best. They are the champions,They are Victors. But does it really matter,all those victories. Why must they fight,a fight that isn't theirs.
