My third KOTL

do i have to join now

oh man too bad

Then I shout:

Fie! thee leaveth me beest thee daws

I might not but wend and searcheth f'r the tools

I shalt supp'rt myself and liveth on sustenance

I shall survive

Thee leaveth me beest f'r i shall survive

And survive high-lone

Shalt i

tv's broken

oh well

cant i join later like tomorow

your choice

I look into the contents of a book. What does it say

thanks

I understand you not! Who is't dislik'd mine own quite quaint poem!

while everyones bickering, something that sounds like a roar and a purr both come from the lake. Immeaditely afterward, a megaladon like creature does a backflip and dissappears back into the lake

"Oh how scary" and i runneth and jumpeth hence.
"oh f'r trouble" mine own life is broken f'r i am afeard to wend th're

And i standeth th're, fearfully, staring at the lake, waiting f'r the creature to cometh and englut mine own life

Graciousness

endow my gratitude

You are not looked over;

should an anum of gifts be given

I am fain yond f'r once someone likes mine own poetry.
f'r a valorous poet i am only in mine own owneth eyes

Steely eyes seek whomes creation

granted someone else a fars look

i gift you my eyes;

Ohm the beauty!

guys can we please get back on topic