I'm inclined to join in,

But I'm not that good with rhymin' :P

You may have recently eaten, boy

But I don't think he's confused by your ploy. 

The Orc of Lore has not broken a sweat, I believe

Because he appears to be continuing with ease.

And you, Lore Orc...

Saying that werewolves have no free will,

Maybe so when they die but not during their kills. 

'Letting the blood flow'

All let the blood go, blow by blow

Be it knife, fist, sword or hammer,

You are either dead or go into the slammer. 

Such a shame really of what has come forth

Between you and the fur-scalled wolf

You've both given your worth,

But I'm here on my own behalf.

Let me start with you there, wolffy man

Acting like something out of Hellsing Night.

No meat tonight for now there's a ban,

Now you just have to control your might. 

"I'm not that good?"

Who the howl cares? TSC isn't about having great writers and poets its about everyone having a go. 

It's far better Kaiser to have a go and join in than leave an empty comment.

there's nothing worse than an empty page. So I don't care who you are or how great or poor you are...

Give it a go!!!

Or........

"I'm not that good"

I heard someone cry

And that stopped them from starting

Comments like this hurt me. So very disheartening.

A crime it is to leave a blank page

For words have little cost

Have a go you'll hear me cry

And to your words we will toast.

Boy he says to the Alpha Wolf?

Bad Wolf of the Blog am I

This my undisputed title,

to those who do wrong I howling cry. 

I can battlel all day long,

but some fights just cannot be won.

No one truly wins such a war,

One looses more than the other, that is all.

So why would I risk my fur,

and a shattered claw

for a battle which no one can win, 

I'd rather happily withdraw.

The Hunting Grounds is where I go, 

Others, somewhere else.

I'll run alongside my mate,

While they hide, like a mouse.

Alright buddy,

Looks like you made me drop my cup of coffee,

I'll give shot and do a rhyme,

Hopefully it won't turn into a crime.

I'm going full out,

Entering this ring in my first bout,

Man, mer and wolves beware,

For I bring rhymes like Khajiit brings wares,

A certain wolf told me to do something progressive,

So here I am doing something that's hopefully not excessive.

It's only five stanzas, nothing impressive,

Unlike some poems, this will not turn aggressive,

My rhymes have no theme,

Because I can't think of one, it would seem,

If I did, it would probably be from a dream,

With me eating ice cream.

Okay, that's a bit of nonsense,

But what would you expect from a guy giving his two-cents?

So there it is, my first attempt,

I'm sure it won't leave me feeling any regret.

These two lines were just priceless...

Man, mer and wolves beware,

For I bring rhymes like Khajiit brings wares,

I want to see more of your work in thw near future Kaiser.

A hectic semester over, I return to the site...

Then I encounter this battle of heroes and take fright!

I am not nearly pepared enough for this

My rhymes may as well be piss

Enjoy this war of yours, these verbal jousts and thrusts

My mind has run dry and my pen has gone to rust

Participating in open combat is futile

We avoid the forefront of battle

You 'heroes' shall all fall like slaughtered cattle

And from the shadows I lurk silent, listening to your dying rattles

Now my bloodlust has been stoked

Perhaps I should give my pen another stroke?

But no, I spy my enemeis regrouping, their retaliation is nigh

Now is not the time to let loose and indulge

I see you, hostile Kaiser, Blade, Rogue and Paws with murder in your eyes

I see you too, O pervert Lorc, in your pocket a suspicious bulge

This position is untenable, you would tear into me with savage glee...

Now is the time to pull up my cowl and flee!

WAAAAKAKAKAA! Surprised, are you, you valour-obsessed fools, at this cowardly display?

Of the Thirty-six Ancient Akaviri Strategies, the first and foremost is to Run Away!

I fling a pepper-laced smoke capsule to the ground and I hear the lot of you cough and sputter

I am the wind; even you, O Wolf, cannot match a shinobi's speed. See you later... suckers!

And so the Shinobi runs

Fast across the moor

Not like I tasted Shinobi flesh,

Today, tomorrow, or even the day before.

But yes the blade he held cut deep.

I felt it in my side

We'll catch the Shadow warrior,

Wherever he choses to hide.

Oh please, dear Sotek,

we all know where he hides.

Have you looked under the bed?

Or maybe a dress, oh, such pretty brides. 

Nononono, that´s not it, 

maybe a sewer, ankles deep in shit?

Probable, probable, yes, another notch.

Wait, wait, wait, maybe in certain elf's crotch? 

But seriously now, what about shadows? 

So obvious, so obvious, still end at gallows.

I got it, precious, I got it! The rooftops!

Oh, yes, just listen how that cherry pops.

They think themselves clever, oh clever,

hiding as cats, recognized never,

darling, please, what´s a Ka'Po'Tun?

what did you say, my doom?

Oh, how I tremble, in the dark,

when the shinobi leave their mark, 

but oh, hahaha, it tickles,

what was that you say? Knuckles? 

Knuckles of a child I say,

so delicate, what a fine day,

to use them for much better thing,

for pleasure, for everything. 

Oh, the smoke again, and they run,

I cough and sneeze, not a fun. 

​Out front of Whiterun​,​
With the cats and the horseys​,​
A big woman said​ -​
Have I got a story​!​

A strange man up north,
Half of my measure​,​
A broken down carriage​...​
What a queer little gesture​​.

The chirp in my brain​ (peep)​
Led me north through the plains​,​
To seek a fool's treasure​,​
The​ ​queer little gesture​.​

​I saw a half man,
With a hat full of jingleys​.,
He cried of his mam​ -​
And shiny gold clinkies​!​

​I twisted my face,
Put my tongue in my ear,
I pranced to and fro,
With a thumb in my rear.

​The man laughed and danced,
Bent over with pleasure -
He pulled down his pants...
What a queer little gesture.