I'm going to officially begin the war this time. Glade, feel free to try, but I am the almighty poetic genius of Achaea! Muahahahaha! In other words, you don't stand a chance. Hehe. 😉 I jest. Anyways, here we go again!

(*Names have been changed to protect the privacy of those involved.)

There once was a wierd girl named Mona
She had a cool friend named Grapefruit
They both had a strong poetic flare
And were gorgeous and charming to boot

Then one day Mona did something dumb
And made Grapefruit really mad
Mona wrote a nasty poem about a monkey
And that monkey was Grapefruit's dad!

Upset at Mona's lack of compassion
Towards her bizarre family
Grapefruit responded with a poem of her own
And they launched a war of poetry

The battle raged for days and nights
The girls wrote poems like mad
The other Achaeans whined at them to stop
Because the poems were really bad

But Mona and Grapefruit were never discouraged
By those weenies I shall not name
The ones who complained and called their poems crap
And whose senses of humor were lame

After some time the war came to an end
When Mona conceded defeat
But Grapefruit proclaimed that it was a tie
And their poems could never be beat

And so it settled down for a little while
On the public board
Till recently Mona was sitting around
Then she jumped up and yelled out "Fnord!"

"We'll start up the war again!" she said
And Grapefruit did agree
Once again they decided to shower Achaea
With their wonderful creativity

And so for all the saps who hate their poems
They're going to hate them even more
Prepare yourself, Achaea
It's time for a poetic encore!

Hehehehehehehehehehehehe...
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Penned by my hand on the 7th of Phaestian, in the year 242 AF.