Ensign ‘The Bard’ Yooch (meta 1)

So we all know I don’t have much of a way with words, but I recently joined an Eve poetry parody contest. We’ll see if I get disqualified or not for my “poem”. Here’s my submission:

 

I want to have, max skill points,
Like no one ever has,
To queue them is my real test,
To train them is my cause.

I will jump across null-sec,
Searching far and wide,
For a freighter, that we can gank,
And blow up from inside

EVE Mon, it’s you and me.
You show me my destiny!
EVE Mon, oh, you’re my best friend,
In a POS we can’t defend!

EVE Mon, apart from you,
EFT will pull us through!
You shoot me and I’ll shoot you
E-V-E Mon, gotta skill ’em all!

Every wormhole, along the chain
With cov-ops, I will face.
Yes scanning, is such a pain,
But it puts you in your place.

Warp to me, the time is right;
There’s no better fleet.
Remote reps up, we’ll win the fight
We’ve always been e-l33t!

EVE Mon!

It’s you and me.
You show me my destiny!

EVE Mon!

Oh, you’re my best friend,
In a POS we can’t defend!

EVE Mon!

Apart from you,
EFT will pull us through!
You shoot me and I’ll shoot you,

E-V-E MON!

Gotta skill ’em all,

EVE MON!