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Krookodile0553 — ARMALDO
Published: 2014-05-13 21:21:53 +0000 UTC; Views: 1021; Favourites: 21; Downloads: 3
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In anticipation of Alpha Sapphire; Here's the first of my redux Hoenn team, SENKETSU the Armaldo!!! "See the resemblence?!!!Sapphire was probably the first Pokemon game that I EVER played "if you don't count fire red
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Because you reminded me of something I once did, I'll post it JUST FOR YOU :3 (There's a lot of references in it. See if you can spot them all!)
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It was the night before the holidays,
At the Hogwarts school of witch n' wizardry,
And Dumbledore mind became a maze,
Stuck in his childhood fantasies.
He believed he found Atlantis,
And its king named Waldo.
He believed he had a mantis,
And a level 29 armaldo.
As the days grew shorter and the nights got longer,
With Dumbledore spinning like a loon,
The locker of Jolly Roger,
Held his rainy rum monsoon.
Nobody knew of their headmaster's dilemma,
Including his phoenix Fawkes.
Dumbledore's head was full of nutella,
As he shouted "Free stuff plox!"
Poor Dumbledore had a nasty boo-boo,
He was too lost in his brain!
"I'm a hyrulian chu-chu!"
He proudly had proclaimed.
But Dumbledore had discovered a light,
A simple magic muffin covered in frosting of dairy.
He smelled, poked, and took a bite,
As he spazzed shouting "Fairy!"
But the deed he had done brought an idea,
And he made an announcement to a trio, three.
Sighing "Ah! What a nice cuppa tea!"
In his speedo boxers for all to see.
But then, an epiphany!
He then donned his trusty cane.
He had to get his money!
That that Jackie Chan had slain!
Dombledore then ordered a Crabby Patty,
Deliciously good and plump,
But that Squidward was so batty!
Him and his Squidward rump.
So Dumbledore was full of pep,
And was ready to duel.
He reached for the heart of the cards,
And yelled, "Sexy girl jutsu!"
Alas, he failed to succeed in his plan,
If the cloudy meatball rain tells you.
He just killed Dirty Dan!
And the flying spaghetti monster, too!
So Dumbledore escaped to New York.
He held a trophy inhand.
"I've killed the invaders with a spork!"
While riding upon Jhen Mohran.
But he was not prepared tonight,
As the crowd sung holding hands.
Singing was his Kryptonite!
His scream heard in all the lands.
And so Dumbledore had melted,
Much like the wicked witch of the west.
As he was fiercely pelted,
With their zealous songs of zest.
Now Dumbledore is no more.
His lemon drops free to taste.
Because his heart and soul were not pure.
Because this poem is but a waste.
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Beautiful... I give it a ten outta ten, and a potato at whatever ceremony poetry gets... xD
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From a tiny shrimp to a armored..shrimp with claws thing xDD
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