Elite Poetry


There was an old woman who lived in a shoe,
She Engineered Frame Shift Drives for something to do.
She can't get a date, so she stays up late,
and tinkers with thrusters, shield boosters, sensors, interdictors and power plants too.
I must go once more into the void
into the eternal night
A myriad dots in the quiet blackness
Cold and hard, diamond light.

Twinkle twinkle little star,
but not out here;
not where we are.

Here amongst the whispering spheres,
whose song's not meant for human ears
A siren's call, to a deadly embrace,
the last adventure,
an endless sleep

Like you I came
Drawn by adventure,
To explore,
To see the unknown
To carve my name among the stars

And now I watch as you depart,
Drives cold, I remain,
Lost in the black

Until the suns grow cold
And the heavens darken
I rest eternal
At one with the void
Oh Federal grunt Beluga,
Thy Microtransactions are to me
As plurdled Generation Ships
On a Cobra Mark Three.
Groop, I implore thee, my foonting Thargoid Drones
And hooptiously Engineer me
With crinkly Sidewinders,
Or I will rend thee in the Galaxy Map with my Fragment Cannon
See if I don’t!

I rather enjoyed that.
There was a pilot of an Imperial Courier,
He really was quite a worrier,
He flew around the Pleiedes void,
Got hyperdicted by a Thargoid,
Now he really couldn't be much sorrier

Wanting the new weapons of update 2.4 he took part in a community goal,
He really tried to be a helpful soul,
After 4 of these
He said no more please,
I've found instead of story a great big hole.
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