ohai gaiz

You call it outrageous? Ha! What a joke
With our lemons and portals and SPACE that we broke
I suppose all is better when belonging to another
And bby I was never clean, that farce came from mother~

 

Bouncy gel, remember those times?
And all of our PM's riddled with rhymes
I'm glad I wasn't responsible for destroying your purity
And I can't be blamed for our your maturity.

You can rhyme my friend tale_wind, I salute you for that!
You with your TARDIS, signature and Matt
You're very welcome to join in our game
Just be as silly as possible because that is our aim : D

 

Oh yes clearly, with our floors and our sludge
Though you did insult me, I just can't hold a grudge
Well, you sure didn't help, with our games when we'd chat
Though they were my idea, who fed it, you twa haha, I mean bat

My dear and good sir, you've sure got some rhyme
You can come off with me in my TARDIS anytime
Though we've done this before, it's nice to have you
Something old, something new. Something borrowed... something blue

 

Bat? What? That's a bizarre nickname
No I don't mean Ashwin- I'm not that lame >:3
But the sludge was so pretty, tempting and wet
That's why I jumped in, it was no threat.

 

Well you always died, and I'd always shout
And I'd cry and you'd laugh, what was that all about?
The invisible floor was so fun and so clear
It just begged for us two to jump down and go near~

 

I liked to see it, to smell the sludge
It was all warm, cosy but GLaDOS wouldn't budge
You died too, it was our maturity combined
that made us spend hours sitting on our behind

 

Well that's a bit odd, wouldn't you say
The sludge is all fake, it's made when we play
Oh yeah we're mature, why else are we here?
With our rhymes and our jokes and insults we adore

 

Did you just rhyme "here" and "adore"
Their endings aren't similar, what was that for?
Yes, I'll be a rhyme Nazi because I can
The sludge isn't fake, it's made in Japan!

: D

 

Well excuse me, my dear. That was bad, I confess
Yet with all your mistakes, you fix mine? Oh, God bless
This poor little soul, being fooled by her screen
Into thinking that "maen" is the same thing as "mean"

Also, I had like three other things going on at once so sew me for being a bit absentminded >:L

 

It's fine, I suppose I was making myself feel better
I know you good at rhyming using words by the letter
I make mistakes too, I'll admit
I like my typos because sometimes they fit.

>:3 I just like to keep you on your toes. Also, "sew"? Like you sew seeds? *shots multiple times*

 

Well that's alright darling, I know that it's hard
To keep up with schoolwork and sound like the Bard.
Though your typos can sometimes be amiss
I know you mean well; ignorance is not bliss

 

School work makes me sad, there is just so much
Hopefully nothing we can't handle- it's in our clutch
My typing may be bad and my spelling may be weird
I know I can do this and I SHALL BE FEARED!

 

This homework of mine, how I hate it so
Thanks to all of my teachers, my grades might get low
Who wants to spend break doing math and chemistry?
It's simply not in out nature, you see.

 

I've done so much chemistry these past few days
I've started to see methyl groups through a misty haize
Maths, not so fun- I'd rather burn the subject
But Psychology on the other hand- there's something I respect

 

I've yet to touch Chem, I'm really quite scared
With my Language and History, I have my teeth bared
I just prep and I type and prepare for the worst
Why can't we go back to the simpler times first?

 

I know right? I look at my work I did 2 years back
I can't believe I thought it was hard- what a slack!
I wish I could time travel and go back in time
To redo what I once did so I can be in my prime

 

Two years ago? Please, that was cake!
Though the people at that school were as cold as the lake
I'd rather move on and be done with this mess
So we could just chill and relax and confess

 

It'll just get worse Cat, well it will for me
If I'm to be a doctor then the workload will be
A lot greater than it is now
But my body is ready as I take a bow

 

No, don't you leave me. WHAT ELSE WILL I DO?
With my free time as I put off my workload, BOO!
Who shall I Skype with and call Pricklebutt?
My life will lose meaning and I'll fall in a rut