A young man, Celahir was his name.
Getting a nice tan was his aim.
As his skin turned brown.
The sun did not go down.
And he was burnt all the way to his brain.

There was once a Twi'lek assassin.
She was known for loving goth fashion
One day her shoe
got stuck in bantha poo
and she had a fanatic reaction.

There once was a gem from Orax. Quite frankly he spoke like the Lorax. He wined and he raved as the droids he had made gained sentience and soon went awry. Oh my.

There was once a plant named Lexic,
Who enjoyed sugars in his drink,
He drank too much,
Hiccuped as such,
And projected his insides in the sink.

I know a Bpfasshi named Scarlet who was feeling blue
Who slept in the shadows without a clue
Have no fear I would say
You can come for the play
And I'll watch two Jedi's through and through

If one wishes to be wise
Then a plan one must demise
For a chance to get the stone
And never break a bone
Prepare to compromise

There was a Miraluka named Mks,
Whose attitude was much too lax,
He let his sight disappear,
And before he could steer,
In the door he left plenty of cracks.

You ask me to explain my ex-hunter.
And with this format you proceed to encumber.
Poetry drives me 'round the bend.
I don't know if I'll get to the end.
When instead of rhyming I should be in slumber.

There once was slicer called Bentre, he once shot a girl in her centre. Now he acts like a shark, but he's afraid of the dark, and he seeks an acolyte to mentor.

There once was a Zeltron whose fables
Made legend of her antics and labels.
She made Twi’lek girls quiver,
And thanks to her two livers,
She could drink you under six tables!

There once was a Jedi named Omega;
and oh how he loved potatoes
it just goes to show
the more that you know
and end the ryhme YOOO JOE!

SW Lucyeth
#13700

Dante: Inferno of Amore

There once was a dude named Dante
Who with the girls he used a glove
Away went their maidenhood
The best in the Brotherhood
and said "I think I am in love!"

There was a man-cat, a Cathar
Who went by the name of Ranarr
When not to be found
I'm sure you can count
On finding him drunk in a bar