I transformed myself into a dark knight of botanical destruction. An anti-paladin against all forms of rampant chorophyl based life! Dawning my gauntlets of grassy green death (+5 mowing), with my faithful war hound at my side, I stormed into the wall of nature's might. I armed myself with my trusty siege engine, a whirling, cutting tornado of razing death.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|anonymous (18.104.22.168) -- Wednesday, July 23 2008, 04:18 am|
I like this kind of poem. Thanks! I need the inspiration. I got a war to do myself. Hehe, you are going to die now, I'll cut you down to size, all you monsters! Keep up the good work, in your yard too. Greg-O!
|GregO (22.214.171.124) -- Monday, July 28 2008, 06:38 am|
Glad you enjoyed it.
|Tarna (126.96.36.199) -- Monday, July 28 2008, 10:21 am|
I know the feeling.. I feel my own personal war coming again as soon as the rain finishes again I will man my machine and do battle with nature myself... great enjoyable write... And welcome to dreamer's
|Bipedalguy (188.8.131.52) -- Monday, July 28 2008, 02:40 pm|
Did you ever notice that if you wait for rain (to green up the lawn) it never comes. The way to make it rain is to get out the hoses and sprinklers. Murphy's Law kicks in and it rains for a week just to show you that you got the watering gear set up for nothing.
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