Well, the vehicle through which my soul is transfered to my body was broken by a smelly dingbat hellbent on destruction. Hence my absence. (not that anyone REALLY cares)
Lemon, I concede victory to you. Your verbal prowess is far superior to mine. bla bla. Not only that, but people are getting all serious about poetry. My purpose is accomplished. (my purpose being to try and bring out more creativity in this world) 🙂
It REALLY saddens me to see my father Irontounge leave. I will defenitely miss him.
Well, here's my last poem... ( I haven't thought about it yet, but <shrug> that never stopped me before!)

Maybe your mama dropped you on your head,
Maybe she whacked you with a rock.
Maybe your daddy beat you with a stick,
Maybe your just retarded.

Maybe your parents hate you.
Maybe they want you to die.
Maybe you are a waste of flesh,
Cuz you have no purpose in life.

I think your dog is ugly.
It smells like a dying monkey.
I think your dog is nasty,
It's fur is grey and funky. (heheh. first rhyme!)


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I think I'll call that one, hmmm, hows 'bout "you're a big piece of monkey poo". Now you can all refer to it when insulting your enemies.
Fare thee well poetry war.

Love,
Kona DIAMANTE!

Penned by my hand on the 9th of Ero, in the year 242 AF.