Alphabet Poetry!
Also Known As:
Xeric Penguin Humour, Conveyed Through Means of Poetry.

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Like Friends, Like Enemies

A/N - Which we find Private's little motto written in Alphabet Poetry.

Friends much like enemies

give rise to new and bygone.

Worlds of zealous youths

catching happiness similarly,

if perhaps quite unconventionally.

Xanthic kern jars do venerably.

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Dreams of a Maniac

A/N - In which we learn that maniacs have no less concerning dreams than their every-day life, through the dreams of Rico.

Always there was

Blood on the field below.

Clever tricks would play his scattered mind,

Denying him comfort in those early nights.

Especially those flying leaches, the worst offenders

Forever sucking out the patience he had.

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Ghastly though they were at times,

Hippies had done better in

Instilling fear into the brain cells of

Just this maniacal penguin.

Kine have done better, with less at disposal.

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Lost had the boogeyman, against the penguin.

May this be a lesson to all his enemies.

Never would you scar Ricardo Blue,

Or you would end face-first in dirt

Pressed against the wriggling worms,

Questioning your choices.

Rico isn't one to fear.

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Still he dreams, to this day.

Terrible though the scenes are. To him they are a

Utopia, in spite of the violence included.

Vibrant splodges, crimson-colored organs are nothing new

When weapons are tested. Though dreams are then tainted with

Xanthic, liquid residue of those who dare step into his dreams.

You know, of chainsaws, violence, blood, and gore (the usual).

Zanyism, as it is, is not uncommon in a maniac's dreams.