POA TREE BY ME

HI DIARY I AM WRITIGN LIKE A PO IT

HEAR IS FIRS POAM

SWEET SUMMAR DREEM
MY CLOSE ARE CLEEN
I SMELL GOOD
IT GETS ME WOMANS

SECUND

I FAUT ARENA
KILT MANY MEN
WHY ARE THEYS CHEARING?
IT WAS VERNUS WHO WIN

THIRT
Oh, but a moral conscience does befall all;
This is the root of men's, mer's, and beast's fall.
Oh, but an end to us lies not in our brains;
It is from the heart, the root of our pains.
We live and we serve those divine;
Aedra, Daedra, some beyond time.
Some kill for Sithis, and some die for Nirn;
Some do their best, for an afterlife to earn.
But the fact of the matter, as the fact always is;
Live for your neighbor, for your joy owes his.

FORTH

TALOS! TYBEAR SEPTUM!
HE HAS ONE THE BATTEL!
NORDS AND PERIALS LOVE HIM!
HEER HIS EMENIES TOOTHS RATTILL!

FIFE

TREES GREEN
ROCK GREY
GRASS BLUE
OH THAT IS OSHUN
HA HA HA
I GOT YOU

Lovely.

Also, I have a feeling that you didn't actually write the third one.

YOU WOOD ACCOOSE ME OF PLAGERIZM? LOW VERY LOW

ALSO I WROAT ANOTHER RELLY FAST

I WAN GO BACK TO CYRODEL
SKYRIM IS COLD
BUT I CANT I THINK ITS ILLEGEL
AND I AM OUT OF GOLD

ALSO ALSO WHYLE I WAS RITTING THAT ONE I WROT ANUTHER

SUN HOT
SNOW NOT
RAIN WET
I FORGET

Fine, have some poetry.

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Skooma is bad,
Thalmor are too.

Bloody awful verse
Offensive to the Divine,
May they preserve us.

Awful like your kind
Your verses are pretentious
Obese horned bovine

If the butcher speaks
And yet says nothing of worth,
Is it truly speaking?

Worth is subjective
Piles of Thalmor children
One of ten worthy

Standards claim their lives
All the while Thalmor plot
Plotting our demise

A pig speaks of worth
Yet in the lands of the pigs
The butcher is king

The Aedra see all
Your crimes and all your lies
Oblivion waits

Empire and Cloak
Hammerfell and more oppose
It will not be long

But I will digress
You pursue me all the while
I await conflict

GUYS THESE DON'T RHYME

THALMOR HURT FOLKS
LET THEM WORSHIP WHOEVER
WHAT DID THEY DID TO YOU?
FREEDOM OF WORSHIP FOREVER!

I think someone might have a new career in their future, it seems.

A warrior and a poet. How wonderful.

Calls me pretentious,
Then proceeds to drown us all
In purple prose.

Also, you directly followed "All the while Thalmor plot" with "Plotting our demise". Redundant, much?

Agrippina wrote:Calls me pretentious,
Then proceeds to drown us all
In purple prose.

Also, you directly followed "All the while Thalmor plot" with "Plotting our demise". Redundant, much?

roses are red,
violets are blue,
you're a bitch

Oh, now you aren't even trying. Here's one for free:

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
You're a racist bandit
So fuck you.

Oh, oh, that's it. Poetry battle right now bitch.

My name is Kennek Getha
Jel for "Breaks-Much-Stone"
What's yours mean?
"Around-Cocks-You-Moan?"

Oh wait, too easy?
Yeah probably, you're right
But then again
So's your mom last night

"My mom was a saint!"
You're probably screaming
Well she certainly sang hymns
Around my junk while she was creaming

What's that you say
"Oh you're so immature"
Don't hate the rhymes
If yours are manure

Yeah, maybe poetry isn't my thing
Falkreath's the sticks
But you must be at home
Surrounded by dicks

Step away from the book
Might fracture your nose
And what in the fuck
Is this "purple prose"

And if you've got a problem
Just know I'm havin' fun
I got Nine Divines lovin'
Your ass ain't got none.

I WANNA POATRY BATTUL!

((pretend this is filled with errors; I'm too lazy to do it myself))

I ONCE KNEW A GIRL FROM ANVIL
AND TWO FROM BRAVIL
THE ONE FROM THE WEST WAS A HANDFULL
AND THE TWO FROM THE EAST DID GROVEL

I ONCE KNEW A KHAJIIT FROM LEYAWIIN
AND THREE ORCS FROM BRUMA
THE ORCS WERE FINE EXAMPLES OF CRAFTSMEN
AND THE KHAJIIT KILLED THEM FOR SKOOMA

I ONCE KNEW A THALMOR FROM SUMMERSET
AND AN ARGONIAN FROM SKYRIM
LADIES, THE ARGONIAN AIMED TO GET
WHILE THE THALMOR HATED JOY AND WHIMS

AND ONCE THESE TWO HAD A POETRY BATTLE
AND ONCE I DID INTERVENE
AS THEY MUMBLED, GRUMBLED, AND RATTLED
VERNUS REX CHANGED THE SCENE

WELL I ONCE KNEW A DUNMER FROM SOLITUDE
AND FOUR NORDS FROM VALENWOOD
THE DUNMER HAD PROBLEMS WITH ATTITUDE
AND THE NORDS THOUGHT THAT WAS NO GOOD

AND ONCE I KNEW A REDGUARD FROM CHEYDINHAL
AND FIVE IMPERIALS FROM HIGH ROCK
THE REDGUARD WAS ON HIS WAY TO MORTHAL
WHEN THE IMPERIALS KILLED HIM WITH A ROCK

I ONCE KNEW A FOOL FROM BLACK MARSH,
I ONCE KNEW A JESTER FROM ELESEWEYR,
THE FOOL LEFT ON A MAD MARCH,
AFTER DROWNING IN THE JESTER'S HAIR.

ONCE I WENT TO ORSINIUM TO FIND IT FULL OF NORDS
I SCRAMBLED, TURNED, AND DUCKED,
SEEING THE SKYRIM BORN LORDS,
I HID IN A BROTHEL, AND IT SUCKED.

ALLOW ME TO RECOUNT;
THERE WERE TWO GALS FROM BRAVIL;
THREE ORCS FROM BRUMA;
FOUR NORDS FROM VALENWOOD;
FIVE IMPERIALS FROM HIGH ROCK.

BUT AS FAR AS THE ARGONIAN;
AND THE THALMOR;
ONE WAS AN IDIOT;
THE OTHER A WHORE;
AND THEY BOTH LICKED SOCKS.

THANK YEW FOUR YORE TIME. I DINNAE MEAN INSULT TO ANYWAN!!