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!”
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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.