Author Topic: My L4D2 Poem.  (Read 2302 times)

I wrote a poem about L4D2, I felt like sharing it.

Exit the saferoom, load your shotgun. Don't even look back, 'cause there's a charger on your tail.
No help from CEDA; They probably got the pathogen, that caused all this mess.
Fire your Pistol, throw your Molotov; Don't even look back.
There's obviously, a Jockey ready to attack.
As you load your SMG, note this one thing; It's New Orleans..or bust.
With Coach, Ellis, Nick and Rochelle, get ready to raise some hell.

Tell me what you think.

I like Left4Dead2. But not the kind of like where you have to obsess over it.

Pretty good, not great though.

I was never really a fan of poems.

I like Left4Dead2. But not the kind of like where you have to obsess over it.

Well, this is basically a poem, I never hyped over it either.

sucks ass.

Wait, I just realized how little I liked poetry about games.
« Last Edit: March 05, 2010, 10:11:45 PM by Chriz »

Alas poor zombie, thou art but a butterfly before my shotgun.
And thy... combi boiler buttered my.... horrible poetry gun?
And as the.... zoombi? Oh forget this I can't do poetry.

i shoot zombie
he explode in gore
i go saferoom
next chapter start yes

I shoot the zombie
His brains splatter all over
forget I cant see stuff.

Haiku! :D


I think it sucks.  :iceCream:
IMO.

I made a poem

"You suck"

All done.


sing it to the tune of take me out to the ball game


WHY COACH SCARES ME A LOT

Nick: Bring back any memories Coach? You, a cheeseburger, romance in the air?
Coach: Coach didn't do too bad back in his day.