A/N: These are 2 limericks I made during one of my university classes after I finished a surprise quiz. Enjoy! R&R plz.
Raynor's Problem
Raynor, a soldier that was terran made,
Continues to fight and never gets paid.
He leads his troops into the fight,
Until he realizes his own plight,
That it's been two years since he's been laid.
The Big Question
The protoss are one of creations great feat,
To the human eye they are quite neat.
Proud warriors with great power,
But people continue to ponder,
And ask, "How the heck do they ever eat?"
