What a wonderful symphony,
this duel of wits.
Unyielding, unmerciful,
let them pitch their fits.
Rush them, crush them,
make it nasty.
Taunt them, haunt them,
make it classy.

Every swing of the blade,
is but a few clicks.
A low blow here, bit of sand there,
we can be such ♥♥♥♥♥.
Engy drop? Commander rush?
feel a bit rejected?
For we make it rain, we bring the pain!
STRATEGIC LAUNCH DETECTED!

For all you haters,
you bring me glory.
So sit down tight,
let me tell you a story.

to be continued...



Avoid The Carebear Stare!

Why dost this bear stare!?
He says for care,
but I say he ought look elsewhere!

For I need not his cares,
but wish instead,
he attend his own affairs.
not child in bed.

Listen to me! He cares not for others!
The care of this bear is his own!
He watches over our children brothers?
Then why does he always moan!?

The things ive witnessed of this pervert,
Would put to shame even Herbert!

And this bear who stares claims to care?

But soon his gaze will be no more.

All will know his words of care are but lies,
and much enraged shall pluck out both his eyes!

What shall you do then you sightless ♥♥♥♥♥!?

Without a stare, and pretense of care.
You are but, a bear, a bore.