September 26th, 2016

An ol’ Iron Tower poem fer ye as well!1

A random poem made after the old IT wars. Moor dug this up today.

Too Much Thrack

Too much Thrack,
puts a man doon low,
Too much Thrack
tell me it aint so

Thrack fuckin’ there,
Thrack fuckin’ here,
Damn that Thrack!
I need a beer!

Thrack racks the body,
Thrack buckles the bones,
I wish that Thrack
would leave me alone

Thrack’s in the air,
Thrack’s in ra watter,
When i’m getting cold,
THRACK’S GETTING HOTTER!

“Please bad Thrack,
please go away,
please Almighty Thrack,
listen to what I say”

Thrack doesn’y reason
Thrack don’t care
when ye’ve hud enough
Thrack gies ye mair!

“Bastardin Thrack,
come a fuckin’ head”
Ah’m gonna thump that Thrack
till its fuckin’ dead

Thracks a dirty fechter,
flying through the air
one minute ah’m vertical,
the next ah’m on the flair

This IT will fight Thrack
IT’ll fight to the end
Its gonny get that fucker
cos its sending me roon the bend

“Hear me Thrack
the battles no iver yet,
in the bold eeko,
your match you have met!!”

A ‘slug once said….0

THRACK-MAN’S SWORDS
(sung to the tune ‘Gallow’s Pole’ by Led Zepplin)

Thrack-man, Thrack-man, wait a little while
I think I see my friends a-coming, running many a mile
Friends you bring some big weapons?
You bring some mighty nukes?
What did you bring me my dear friends to save me from the Thrack-man’s swords?
What did you bring me to keep from the Thrack-man’s swords?
We couldnt get big weapons, not any mighty nukes
You know that we’re too low level to keep you from the Thrack-man’s swords.

Thrack-man, Thrack-man, wait a little while
I think I see some darkies coming, running many a mile
Darkies you bring some big weapons?
You bring some mighty nukes?
What did you bring with you darkies to fight against the Thrack-man’s swords?
Yeah we brought some big weapons, we brought some mighty nukes.
We brought a little of everything to fight against the Thrack-man’s swords.
Yes we buffed up to fight against the Thrack-man’s swords.

Thrack-man, Thrack-man, turn your head a while
I think I see some monsters coming, training many a mile (mile, mile, mile)
Monsters I implore you, get him off my back.
Beat upon this crazy elf, save me from the wrath of this man.
Distract him, save me from the wrath of this mad man.

Thrack-man, Thrack-man, upon your face a smile
Tell me that I’m free to run, run for many a mile – mile – mile
Yes, you got some fine help, they fought me long and hard
They fought me very valiantly to save you from the Thrack-man’s swords
(swords – swords – swords – yeah, yeah)
The monsters gave me a challenge, and the darkies warmed my soul
But now I laugh and charge so fast and see you bleeding on the Thrack-man’s swords.
Now I laugh and charge so fast and see you bleeding on the Thrack-man’s swords.

Bleeding on the Thrack-man’s swords
Bleeding on the Thrack-man’s swords
Bleeding on the Thrack-man’s swords
Bleeding on the Thrack-man’s swords
Swords, swords, swords, swords

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