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.
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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.
Ha, these are neat.
I'd write some out, but they'd all probably be about rocks.
I'd write some out, but they'd all probably be about rocks.
My favorite ship is my cobra,
I fly it much better when I’m sober.
I fly it much better when I’m sober.
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
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
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Your mum.
The plagiarism is strong with this one
https://forums.frontier.co.uk/showthread.php/369760-Rambling-poems?p=5810305#post5810305
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!
Edit: As heard on Lave Radio!
http://laveradio.com/lave-radio-episode-175/
About 1:47.
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!
Edit: As heard on Lave Radio!
http://laveradio.com/lave-radio-episode-175/
About 1:47.
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There are only so many dumb ideas
There was a CMDR from Lave
Who went to an all night rave
He drank too much stout
And soon passed out
And woke up an Imperial slave
Who went to an all night rave
He drank too much stout
And soon passed out
And woke up an Imperial slave
BURN
In the name of fairness...
A strategy player so wiley
Valued PvE play oh-so-highly
He acquired a huge fleet
Which he thought quite a feat
Then got popped by a noob in a sidey.
Dave, you are nothing if not even-handed.
I rather enjoyed that.
Such a way with words
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.
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.