|04/11/2013 06:26:16 Weewar Poetry Thread|
Troopers are red,
Raiders are blue,
A DFA's coming,
And we're all screwed.
|04/11/2013 10:45:27 Re:Weewar Poetry Thread|
|No route through those mountains no airlift above, leaving harbor on a sub that never dove.|
|04/11/2013 13:27:17 Re:Weewar Poetry Thread|
|A tinker, a tailor, a trooper. A butcher, a baker, a DFA crater maker.|
|07/01/2014 13:33:26 Re:Weewar Poetry Thread|
On top of old Smokey,
a raider did dart.
A DFA saw him and
tore him apart.
It aimed for a trooper,
he was certainly dead.
The DFA fired
and blew off his head.
Along came a heavy
to ruin the day,
he shot at the arty
and blew him away.
You might be the biggest,
you might be the best.
but meet the wrong target,
you're as dead as the rest.
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|09/01/2014 15:14:30 Re:Weewar Poetry Thread|
There was a trooper called Ed.
Who had shrapnel land on his head.
They used DFA, to keep destroyers at bay.
That's how Blue beat Red.
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