Random poetry ending up on TBMF, how strange.
It did however start me thinking
and I came up with a limerick.... or two.
Please be kind...... it is my first time also
lol
There was amarksman in Mordheim.
Who blithely assumed he'd be fine.
He sadly expired,
When his handgun missfired,
And he rolled a one his last time. ( except for his injury roll )
or
A Nightrunner of little or no fame.
Was forced to sit out the next game,
When on an ill advised rush,
He had a close brush,
With a swordsman of unmentionable name. (his name was deadly Doug )
or
An unlucky Slayer was once feared.
With two axes his enemies he cleared,
But he was brought low,
With a critical blow.
And ended up having his beard sheared.
or
A shambling crpse named of Jo.
In movement was incredably slow.
But with enmies near,
He charged in and caused fear.
And could shrug off many a blow.
or
It's a life in the cult that you're living?
For mutations choose one that keeps giving.
Scorpion tail or a claw,
Can give you lots more,
And hideous is only usefull at the begining.
Subject: Speakers corner in mordheim. 
Sun 27 Mar 2011 - 16:09
