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Klovchik asked Lizard,
Is Klov a wizard enough,
To cast a poem in the Haven,
Like a true master of words.

Klovchik replied to Lizard,
That in Omsk, there are no bards,
Who can compare in strength
To Klov's poem, so beautiful,
And so wonderful, and so magnificent,
That the people of Omsk try in vain.

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Oh my god, I just found out that I had a filter set up in my email that said "delete all messages excluding spam." How the hell did I manage to do that?! I didn't set it up, and I didn't even set up a filter to "delete all emails from the spam folder." That's just unbelievable. So many people wrote to me, and they were waiting for a response.

Delete everything except spam? Unconventional. We should do that on HeroesWorld.

"If the lines are rhythmic but do not rhyme, then it is called: blank verse."

What can you do, it is true,
Indeed, Klov is a poet.
Perhaps he will become famous tomorrow,
Or perhaps not.

They will elevate the poet to the gods,
And the bright light of Valhalla will shine,
His verses will be glorious,
Or perhaps not.

People will begin to marvel,
The sound of coins will be heard,
He may bathe in gold,
Or perhaps not.

So it is, and so it is not,
Wonderful Klov will decide for himself:
Will he be a poet, oh yes,
Or will he eat a croissant.

Or eat a croissant.

:smile12:
I would choose a croissant.

My spirit is broken, and I am dejected.
For this verse is so skillfully crafted,
That I can no longer believe,
That Klov is stronger than the bards of Omsk.

I will have to eat a croissant,
Or maybe even a pain au chocolat,
Shamefully scraping the bread from it,
And disgracefully washing it down with tea.

I will not see the light of Valhalla,
I will not hear the ringing of coins.
In the morning, I will wake up before dawn,
And tell everyone: "I am not a poet."

But for now, I will eat
Croissants, for there is a commandment:
Every unsuccessful poet
Must eat one each.

Let's go back to writing poems about paladins and necromancers.

Once, a noble paladin
Decided to do good in the world.
He killed a necromancer,
And banished the vile evil.

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Here's the unfortunate paladin,
He rebelled against the Necropolis.
A dirty little instigator,
A bum from our neighborhood.

The brave Necromancer dared to retaliate,
In PvP, he's a father to them all.
They kicked the paladin's butt,
And I'm just chilling and singing.

...But then the ferret woke up. "What the fuck?", he thought. "I should probably wash up." And he had eaten a synchrophasotron.

Klova ate

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Are you experiencing some kind of mental retardation?

Klov is not a synchrophasotron,
Klov is more like a proton,
Just a bit too big and cute,
Unlike a nasty necromancer.

Couldn't find a more polite rhyme :3

Added 1 minute ago
If only in a philological sense.But it started a long time ago, around the time I was born, lol.

Klov went down the street
A Necromancer found him
"PvP or got rekt?"
Our Klov ran into the bushes

Where is the synchrophasotron?
Someone has it in their... well, you know.

We need to give that vile Necromancer a good beating,
And Sasha Pushkin will help me with that:
"But I can't come up with another joke,
Except to send Mortulus to ^^."

What for?