Poem: The Life of 1 800 Rares

[brianc]

Hello,

Again, it's poem time!

This time I had a nice idea to make a Poem about the life of my character 1 800 rares.

This is going to be a funny Rap\Poem.

As always, enjoy.


Yo! My name is 1 800 Rares, sometimes people ask me for spares. I'm like; "Underwears?"
Yes I know this is the beginning of the flow and you just don't know where to go.
I put all of my rares in the bank, then I give Tory a nice good spank. "Oh yea!"
Coming to the village of lumbridge finding myself stuck in a ridge.
Saying to myself; "Is this a Glitch?"
As I wait and for an answer I twirl around like a ballet dancer.
Sitting around in my princess outfit, thinking of more people I can outwit.
I'm a mercher sitting around on the ground, with a weird frown.
I try to call ryan and I say; "Hi this is Brian!"
Telling him I found a glitch and it's making me itch but this is becoming a b--ch.
He teleports to me as he comes to the rescue as he has nothing else better to do.
As he writes down the scripts my mind trips, trips over the sight of my own rares, yet I have many spares to many that no-one bares.
This is the life of 1 800 rares.

Yes, quite a shocking change of events.

Although that was a new way of me writing poetry it was sort of fun, that was only a special case of that.

As always, comment and let me know what you think.

Regards,
Brian Crowell

[Earth]

aha, this is great and alot different to what you do. Aha, spank, geeze.

[Xx Wildy Xx]

hahaha nice poem brian lol you must be good at makeing up them haha goodluck with makeing more ps i loved it what u said something about spanking tory!

[Jake]

Wth? Why'd you spank Tory?  ???

Nice Poem.