When I was young I met a man named Lorigga
How old he was nobody could figure
You may have heard told
Of Goliath the bold
But in my eye Lorrigga is bigger
He was happy and free like a young goose
He was world renown
For his gentle kind soul
But in traffic the obscenities were flung loose
Her wisdom as ancient as the Osirus
She became my sensei
In all manner of war play
And her deeds will be recorded on papyrus
Cyrusse brought me to SpontaneousWhat.
An appropriate name for that crazy nut
He used to be Detujon
But he told me that John is gone
The marmots got him first “those damn sluts!”
For our prowess and our inner fires
Of games of skill we never tired
Fantasy worlds would continue to inspire
5 even stronger than those of the Shire
They are all 2nd best until we retire!
3 comments:
lmao. good job steve! the first ode to pb!
truly insightful and amazing! I love it Eddy, you FUCK YOU MAN!!!
I wonder what edward things, cause you know, you didn't include her and she's a cat. Cat's like attention so she must be mad...snapin her thumbs...
Its an Ode the Brigade, not the Cup, and as cool as Edward is she is not a member of the Brigade. Perhaps in spirit, but this poem is for players only! Hope yall enjoyed.
(p.s. perhaps Edward will warrant her own poem! only time will tell)
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