Our very own Renee Formerly Knowns as Gade the Third found the poems I wrote on the official forums about two millennias ago, or in 2012, one of them being the (in)famous Ode to Mud Crab! Instead of making a poem thread which I believe would not be long-lasting anyway I'll just repost them here for your amusement. Thank you, Renee!
The adventure poemFrom north to south,
from east to west,
I wander while wearing my Huntsman's vest
This land I see,
so lush and free,
to roam beyond the mountain's crest
Invasion or not,
a sinister plot,
Lord Dagon the daedra has not forgot
A hero feels the call,
"The portals must fall!",
he cries out loud with great appall
To save the land,
he raises his hand,
and wields his sword and power so grand
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Ode to Mud CrabMud crab, oh mud crab
hated are thou
Though you make me bow
Mud crab, oh mud crab
sharp is your claw
It is without flaw
Mud crab, oh mud crab
tasty is your meat
Over your feet
Mud crab, oh mud crab
you creak as you go
down with the flow
Away from your foe
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Ode to M'aiqA feline who is really fast,
he certainly won't finish last
M'aiq is his name!
His Infamy's lower than his Fame
They call him "the Liar",
and yes, he is not a friar
He speaks weird stuff,
his language; a bit rough
He says hands are for slapping,
and sometimes for clapping
If you want him to talk,
it's useless him stalk
He runs and leaves you behind,
with little or no words to find
He appears everywhere!
But where is his lair?
In Morrowind, Cyrodiil or Skyrim perhaps?
To bring forth the truth, be sure to use FRAPS
(I wrote this during work hours, so this one I actually got paid for!)
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A short oneThis game is as good as it gets,
I play it, and with no regrets.
I roam 'round the land,
with a bow in my hand.
In Arena, I place all my bets!
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Ode to BuffyI know of this Bosmer who is really sweet,
she may not be tall, just a few feet
But she is a good friend and I'd like her to know,
that without her friendship, my life feels so low
She roams 'round the land with a bow in her hand,
with Superian, her friend, they stroll on Anvil's sand