Ode to Beyond

[Chorda]

(Inspired by another thread)

Season of updates and several patchnotes

Close buxom-friend of the Horizons run;​

Conspiring with us how to load and fly

In wing missions that round each system's sun;​

To blast with lasers this week's CG-piracies

And fill our holds with materials to the core;​

To earn awards, we repeat space Egyptian hells​

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For sweet xenotech; it's bugged once more,
And still, there's more flower ships to see,
Until we think their swarms won't cease,

For witchspace has o'er brimm'd their clammy cells.​

 

[CAPT. Ho Chi Minge]

Well its no ode to a haggis or mouse thats for sure but its more an Ode than the last thread attempt gypsy made

 

[Chorda]

Well its no ode to a haggis or mouse thats for sure but its more an Ode than the last thread attempt gypsy made

Correct. And that whirling sound is likely Keats, spinning in his grave.

 

[Genus]

Correct. And that whirling sound is likely Keats, spinning in his grave.

That would be all the opium and absinthe.

 

[Vedmo]

That's the kind of ode that will make me reevaluate my life.

Well done.

 

[Viper2kUK]

I'd like to add my inspiration to this thread so here is goes and don't judge my literary genius.....

There was a man from nantucket
Who's balls wouldn't fit in a bucket
The women did swoon
When he pulled out his broom
and now he's shootin fish in a bucket.

Thank you all from the bottom of said bucket.

V2k.

 

[Deleted member 110222]

Oranges.

Nothing rhymes with that, so I'm exempt for life.