Official [H]ard Bard Thread

[AtomicMoose]

Originally posted by Gaiden:

The View

Been a while my folding friends
Hard bards on vacation
I'm keeping tabs on folding trends
The [H]orde is keeping station

It's all about the cure for me
My boxen mostly hidden
But seems a time for words or three
So a poem I am givin

We fold for points, we fold for cures
Out style is bold and crass
But don't forget to take the time
To kick some Aussie Ass

Dragon slaying, big bill paying
Causing global warming
It's not about the WU
So why to strive for number 1?
Its all about the VIEW!

Aussie butts are big you see
Big, and freakin hairy
To be downwind of such a sight
I'll tell you boys its scary

So fold em if you got em
Light another fire
Makes you wonder if they've ever heard
Of underwear for hire!

Kick it up a notch or two
Bring all your folding friends with you
Borg another comp or two
Do whatever you gotta do
Just don't give up, you wont like the view!



(disclaimer: All insults, real or percieved, are all in fun

 

[AtomicMoose]

Originally posted by Medieval

Top of the Heap

Top of the heap,
Got those Aussies beat.
Don't look now,
They've turned up the heat.

Damn the money,
Damn the space,
Damn the heat,
We'll win the race.

Borg that one,
And borg some more.
Borg another,
It’s for the cure.

Ask a friend,
Ask your mother.
Ask them again,
Be a bother!

For the [H]orde,
And no other!
Team 33,
[H]ard forever!

Produce some units,
Upload them now.
Get some points,
Take a bow.

Crank your processors,
Squeeze out more speed.
Keep us in front,
Pay them no heed.

For we are the [H]orde,
A following so great.
Not {s}oft like Aussies,
Whom we berate.

Now all is said,
For comradery.
So borg some PCs,
Let us not tarry.

For this is our fight,
To find the cure.
Help those in need,
We'll do it for sure.

One more time,
For those who missed it.
Borg those PCs!
We shall not quit!

 

[AtomicMoose]

Originally posted be Medieval

Relic - MIA

So where is our fearless leader,
So brave and strong.
To what place has he traveled,
Left us for so long.

He hath missed the glory,
Reclaiming our rightful place.
He is sorely missed here,
Have you not seen his face?

To those who do not know,
This man of which I speak.
Let me tell a small tale,
Of the defender of the weak.

Long, long ago before F@H3,
There once was a man,
Who got people folding,
One of them was me.

He showed people the light,
He showed people the way.
He inspired the 'old-timers',
He inspires us til this day.

Some followers built at home,
Some borged at work.
Either way was fine with him,
It left him with a smirk.

To the battle front,
Was his loud cry.
Heard around the world,
You could not deny.

To the defense of the weak,
The sick and children.
For the future of mankind,
And for our kin.

This was our our leader,
So brave and proud.
Behind him the [H]orde,
Thundering loud!

How many boxen,
Have been laid to waste.
In hopes of a cure,
For which we all raced.

For we were inspired,
By Relic the man.
By the mojo story,
Together as a clan.

But now our leader is missing.
Gone from this place,
For now we take the slack,
To keep us at our pace.

Come back Relic, old friend.
To the [H]orde who needs you.
For those of us 'old-timers',
Friends through and through.

Come back for the new comers,
Provide more inspiration.
Come back soon,
To the [H]orde, number one.

 

[AtomicMoose]

Put all your poetry here hence forth Bards