The Shok-tod waddled down, the avenues of despair
Holding out his corro-pod, for everyone was there
As chem-adids rolled out, and gasped, full of dismay
Wailing at the alcha-mids, in rank and full display
****** if done or not, no recourse for the dead
It's not like he didn't try, no lack of words he'd said
The desi-mods and few-perod, had nothing to compare
So they gis-relfed their bolog-wed, and quipped, of C'est La Guerre
Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 10:26 AM UTC
The Shok-tod waddled down, the avenues of despair
Holding out his corro-pod, for everyone was there
As chem-adids rolled out, and gasped, full of dismay
Wailing at the alcha-mids, in rank and full display
****** if done or not, no recourse for the dead
It's not like he didn't try, no lack of words he'd said
The desi-mods and few-perod, had nothing to compare
So they gis-relfed their bolog-wed, and quipped, of C'est La Guerre
Made up the words here :D
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