On the evening before December 18th, the day when even older pets are re-released yearly to the CS public, an excited meebas4343 sent in the following poem:
Twas' the night before the re-release,
And every user gave a please,
That they would get a UR pet,
But the chance was low, the choice had met.
Now it is, an hour 'till,
Joyness of the re-release began to fill,
While the clock got it's usual stare,
All hoped soon the pets would be there.
Hooray! A minute to go,
A huge wave of happiness was going to flow,
As the lag of refreshing pages,
Took the site to load ages.
Everyone got with ado,
A pet, not one but two.
Now all the users had to worry,
About if the server would be quick with a hurry.
Addicted to CS!
Homework? Who needs homework when you have CS?
Come to CS! We have friendly people,
Adorable pets,
Beautiful art,
And amazing staff!
Come to CS; we know you'll get addicted too! <33
I wish I was rare
Like my Purebred Daddy
Everyone would glare,
I’d be the centre of attention
BUT
Right now I am common,
Not the subject of mammon
Ordinary and undesired,
Just another un-admired
BUT
I’ll wait a while
and when I am old,
They’ll realize I’m worth gold
Then finally I’ll claim my time to shine
The players will be bidding for me shouting “Mine, Mine, Mine!”
Finally, ann1016 caps off this week's poetry with a poem inspired by the mystical butterfly wolves by Chia from the Advent this year:
Screams of the haunt echo in the night,
Echos of a child's laugh,
Echos of a lifetime passed.
Echos of a bird singing it's song.
Echoes of me screaming you were wrong.
Beutiful,
the melody, it haunts our nightmares and our waking dreams.
Screams of a haunt,
mimicking the most cherished sounds in our hearts.
Echos of a lifetime passed.