Post by twyrch on Dec 1, 2005 14:06:22 GMT -5
Twas the night before fall moves, when all through the game
Not an army was stirring, they just stayed the same.
The fleets all stood ready for the fight to begin,
In hopes their opponent would drink too much gin.
The players were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of conquest danced in their heads.
The simulators were silent, no more to recap,
All were shut down, believing no mishap.
When out on the board there arose such a clatter,
I logged on the game to see what was the matter.
Away to the laptop I flew like a flash,
Tore open the cover and hoped it not crash.
The light on the screen, which by now softly glowed
Gave the lustre of mid-day to the armies below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a stab from my ally, to my vulnerable rear.
What a cunning old devil, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment that I had been tricked.
More rapid than eagles his armies they came,
I hollared, and shouted, and called him crude names!
"You bastard! You wanker! You son of a gun!
I'll kill you! I mean it! The war's just begun!
I'll never forget! I'll make you pay dear!
You best cover your arse! For me, will you fear!"
As calm waters before the wild tempests did fly,
When met with the challenge, his ally will die.
So up to the orders my fingers they flew,
With a mind full of ploys, and plans that were new.
And then, in a twinkling, I thought of a plan
The stabbing and convoying of every last man.
As I laid out the plans, again in my head,
Through the seas I would fly and out-smart him instead.
He was laughing his arse off, from his head to his feet,
And his press was all filled with how easily I'm beat.
A bundle of insults he had flung in attack,
He looked like a prick, with the kindness he lacked.
His eyes-how they sizzled! his expression how scary!
His tongue was like swords, his quill was not merry!
The sneer on his lips was drawn up in a scowl,
And sound of his voice was like wolves when they howl.
I spoke not a word, but went straight to my work,
And planned all the moves, that soon burried that jerk.
I smiled once again at the moves I had chose,
Then gave him a look of most quiet repose!
My armies moved in, and I let out a whistle,,
As his plans fell apart like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he moved out of sight,
"Happy Diplomacy to all, and to all a good-night!"
Not an army was stirring, they just stayed the same.
The fleets all stood ready for the fight to begin,
In hopes their opponent would drink too much gin.
The players were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of conquest danced in their heads.
The simulators were silent, no more to recap,
All were shut down, believing no mishap.
When out on the board there arose such a clatter,
I logged on the game to see what was the matter.
Away to the laptop I flew like a flash,
Tore open the cover and hoped it not crash.
The light on the screen, which by now softly glowed
Gave the lustre of mid-day to the armies below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a stab from my ally, to my vulnerable rear.
What a cunning old devil, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment that I had been tricked.
More rapid than eagles his armies they came,
I hollared, and shouted, and called him crude names!
"You bastard! You wanker! You son of a gun!
I'll kill you! I mean it! The war's just begun!
I'll never forget! I'll make you pay dear!
You best cover your arse! For me, will you fear!"
As calm waters before the wild tempests did fly,
When met with the challenge, his ally will die.
So up to the orders my fingers they flew,
With a mind full of ploys, and plans that were new.
And then, in a twinkling, I thought of a plan
The stabbing and convoying of every last man.
As I laid out the plans, again in my head,
Through the seas I would fly and out-smart him instead.
He was laughing his arse off, from his head to his feet,
And his press was all filled with how easily I'm beat.
A bundle of insults he had flung in attack,
He looked like a prick, with the kindness he lacked.
His eyes-how they sizzled! his expression how scary!
His tongue was like swords, his quill was not merry!
The sneer on his lips was drawn up in a scowl,
And sound of his voice was like wolves when they howl.
I spoke not a word, but went straight to my work,
And planned all the moves, that soon burried that jerk.
I smiled once again at the moves I had chose,
Then gave him a look of most quiet repose!
My armies moved in, and I let out a whistle,,
As his plans fell apart like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he moved out of sight,
"Happy Diplomacy to all, and to all a good-night!"
Twyrch /|\
