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!
He feautres in an episode of the mighty boosh 2nd series I belive. Its a pretty good episode, youtube it if you really want to know what he's all about. Its well worth it.
I once know an old man He went by the name of gregg He was quiet, simple and lonly Gregg had no friends. Because the people could only see His wrinkles, and his missing teeth. Until one day a young girl Gave gregg a flower. Gregg loved that flower And the day that flower died So did gregg. I once knew an old man Who went by the name of Gregg. He was a good man. He was buried out in the cemetary Where flowers now cover his grave.
Its more like a story then a poem but what the heck.
Quiet day, on a boat, Drifting by with peaceful float, Waiting for the fish to bite, Closed my eyes for some respite, Feeling that something just bit, Woke and then cried "Holy s**t!" If it was land I would have ran From the cannibal merman, But there I sat, rooted on the spot, Wasn't my fault, I don't smoke pot, But the thing was real as he could be Asking why I fished in his sea. "Well," I stammered, frightened so, "I don't know why, I'd better go." "Oh no you're not, you come with me!" And he plunged into my memory.
I woke up from that cold nightmare, Bathed in sweat, shivering, scared. "'Tis only a dream," thought I to clear my head...
