Once I was a fish
Then a fisherman caught me
Trade me for a brew
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Once I was a fish
Then a fisherman caught me
Trade me for a brew
good ones count as much
as bad, that's why this is sad.
horrible haiku
Where are my recruits?
On the soccer adventure!
Meet you at the game.
Battles make me tired
My general is wounded
We'll get them next time
haiku, dumb haiku,
I should be doing my work
but this is more fun.
Summer breeze in the air,
Smiling settlers everywhere,
Time to get some cash.
Sun shining upon
My upturned face I rejoice
The gods are smiling
I struggle to learn
My Settlers are hungry
I mkust explore more
flake into raindrop
teardrop on the window pane
pain is seasonal
My Milkshakes are good.
They bring the boys to the yard.
Mmmm they sure are good.
Mary had a little lamb
Her father killed it dead
Now the lamb goes to school with Mary
Between two slices of bread.
It may not be haiku, but I think it is funny.
Summer storms brewing
Tempests toss wind, rain, and blood
Time now, for battle
Gold mine is humming
gold smelter is hot as fire
coinage is making coin fast
Gold will always flow,
So long as one can procure
A golden parrot.
Sumer is here now
stay awhile building more food
baskets never full
Summer haikus and
Poetic demolition;
...Gems could ease my pain.
Today Is The Day
That I will conquer
Nothing lmfao
as I walk the field
looking for a soccer ball
i got hit by one. :(
Time to go to war
Recruits strut off for glory
Few ever come home
Soldiers fight for beer
The Friary monks brew beer
Where is my Coors beer?
Rains a-pouring down
And recruits are falling down
Summer's looking up!
i give my regards
to whom created the game
a long time ago
Laggy-lag-lag horse,
You make advanced blocks useless,
I hate you so much.
Many great Haikus
some behind like a caboose
makes us all let loose
Prefer being fair
so summers' warmth we will share
then joy fills the air
my army is strong
many arrows will fly
your army trembles
flashes of silver
now i lie still
the smell of grass
The time is always
and the place is everywhere
yes, recruits must die
As a warm sun beams
I hear the bandit king scream
Under my sword gleam
Coal, iron and more
We dig them then smelt them to
Make weapons galore.
The Settlers Online,
My recruits are finally
trained like they should be.
Provision house buffs,
Mayor's House supply a must,
Bandit camps we bust.
Marble,stone,coal,tools,
Settlers settle in real cool,
Bandits ain't no fool.
A last ditch effort
A numbers game to win gems...
...Wind blows through the trees
Little effort but,
I can hear all the crickets
Chirping approval
'Perhaps I was wrong'.
...Tumbleweed blows down the road.
Too little, too late.
Small metal sliver
Marking seconds as they pass.
Procrastination.
But it's no problem!
Masters theses write themselves!
Nothing can go wrong.
Sun Burn Ah My Face
Should Have Used That Sun Tan Lotion
Woes With My Sorrow
Oops lost my army
My general distracted
Time to drink some brew