From: reverancepavane	Date: February 16th, 2008 05:52 pm (UTC)		(Link)

	From: carocrow	Date: February 16th, 2008 08:35 pm (UTC)		(Link)

Ahem.

My love! He was a pirate on the seas
A right fair master of the mer domain.
He sailed the seven any way you please
Found prizes and then sailed them home again.
A scarf around his neck of red and white
A monkey on his shoulder for a pet
A golden tooth that shined with all its might
A compass that has never failed him yet
No storm or whirlpool scared his hearty soul,
No Viking, Ninja, Mongol, Incan born
Could break his spirit on their treacherous shoal
Or sink his ship, or leave his colors torn.
Until the day that Microsoft took o'er
A robot has his job, and he's on shore.

	From: kinkyturtle	Date: February 16th, 2008 08:37 pm (UTC)		(Link)

The man who lives above my bedroom here
He has a small pet monkey name of Jack.
He gives the monkey ointment for his ear
So that infection won't be coming back.

A robot name of Bil came down one day
And patted me upon my head of blue
He gave me lollipops and Nescafé
Because he wanted me to have some too.

But then a ninja swooped right in just then
And knocked that robot down upon his face
So Bil the robot got back up again
And launched himself back into outer space!

And what have these events in common now?
A pirate made them happen -- dunno how.

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	From: priscellie	Date: February 16th, 2008 09:14 pm (UTC)		(Link)

There once was a monkey named Al
With a swashbuckling, pirating pal.
All day robots they fought
And ninjas they caught,
At the Battle of Guadalcanal.

	From: priscellie	Date: February 16th, 2008 09:16 pm (UTC)		(Link)

Okay, why did I read "sonnet" as "limerick"? I blame the surge of "Oh no! I only have five minutes?" adrenaline.

Bah, limericks are more fun than sonnets anyway! :D

	From: ka_crow	Date: February 16th, 2008 11:02 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Elenbarathi's sonnet

This one is by elenbarathi:

"A sonnet in five minutes I shall write,
Like Cyrano de Bergerac's Ballade;
A fearsome sonnet, all about the fight
I witnessed in a theatre - most odd.
A band of pirate monkeys swinging down
On ropes from the high tinkling chandeliers
With mad intent to steal the King's own crown
Were met (as the crowd's screaming turned to cheers)
By black avengers flying in a wedge:
The royal ninja robots. It was on.
Proving that lasers beat a cutlass-edge,
They fried their shrieking foes and then were gone.
I see you seem to doubt the tale, my friend;
I'd say more, but this poem has reached its end."

Hers is quite swashbuckly, don't you think?

	From: jimhenley	Date: February 19th, 2008 01:43 am (UTC)		(Link)

Monkey Ninja Pirate Robot: The Sonnet


A monkey is no ape, purists insist.
"Robot" meant worker. Pirates weren't cool.
They slit throats and abjured the Golden Rule.
Ethnologists say ninjas don't exist.
That's the straight story, but we like a twist.
The world as they explained it back in school
was a bare cupboard, so we stuffed it full
of romance, after classes were dismissed.

What was it Snoopy asked? "But who cheers up
the famed World War I Flying Ace?" Maybe
there is a bar where Robots power down
their laser eyes, and monkeys wash the poop
off of their hands. The pirates have all gone
off with the ninjas to the library.