poems war!

ys was bored. so he wrote a poem on his msn nick, following after abel's poetic nicks.

ys said:
exam tomorrow
joy and sorrow
i will prevail
living in denial

i said:
cookie, cookie
going loopy
lithography?
rather eat cookie

ys said:
gracie gracie
don't be lazy
too much cookie
make you fatsy
lithography
though a mystery
two weeks it's history
onwards you and your fantasy

and then abel came back from gambling after losing some money at blackjack. so ys and i decided to irritate him by:

ys said:
abel gambled
lost and mumbled
exams fumbled
all is jumbled

i said:
able abel
went to gamble
but not capable
at the table!

ys said:
copycattie
feeling dreamy
don't wanna study
only write something crappy

abel said:
some have luck
but i suck
some people copy
don't have originality

and thus, ys and i teamed up against abel...

i said:
abel the loser
lacking power
losing his temper
turning sour!

ys said:
poems that don't rhyme
sounds bad and is not fine
like candlelight without wine
singing using handsign

i said (i like this one the best though):
struggling with style
your poems are just too dull
you're behind by a mile
give up, it's futile!

ys said:
the war is expanding
mervyn also join in
let's see what he's writing
other than his dirty thinking!

mervyn said:
part of abel's faction
though slow in traction
despite a minority fraction
we are strong in action

and sensing that yh is not joining the poem war when his nick said 'i'm not poetic'

mervyn said:
yh the highest cap
yet slow in tact
only know how to shit
and throw a random fit

and abel not liking mervyn's accompany in his faction

abel said:
talent i have
friends don't deny
alone i stand
merv's not a fan

i said:
someone's proud
and he speaks loud
think he can draw a crowd
even when he's out

abel said:
it's not defeat
just smell my feet
i no need to prove
knowing you can't groove

so since abel kicked mervyn out of the alliance, the war became that with one faction - the hcjc gang, and the other faction - abel the MAN. that's 5 against 1! but abel, you asked for it. bleh.

mervyn said:
the dilemma at hand
blood thru my glands
shall it be abel the man
or the hcjc gang

finally yh came up with something

yh said:
lack of drive
sick of life
perhaps one day i'll thrive
but mervyn, i know you're deprive

mervyn to me:
grace give face
s3 deface
please buck up
and make the rest bochap

ys said:
war of poems
forming alliance
abel no swear allegiance
death in vengence

mervyn said:
my allegiance is questioned
asked of my bastion
should i be the rebel
and follow able abel

and the best one to end the night is... *drum rolls*

sy said:
noobs trying to rhyme
thinking they still have time
exam on 29th
the day they die

okay... that signals the end of the war. i don't wanna die on the 29th.