- Competition
- Week 1: Poetry (Limerick)
- Textual submission
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As Malice was walking her pet
She found that the cat was dead set
She followed her sight
and saw up to the right
was a rat that was in a cold sweat
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- Competition
- Week 1: Poetry (Limerick)
- Textual submission
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There was once a hutt named Jist
Who had a thing for a playlist,
he liked to sing,
even if it did ring,
like the sound of a little miss priss
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- Competition
- Week 1: Poetry (Limerick)
- Textual submission
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There was once a boy farmer named Luke
Who knew his life was a fluke
But then one day
His family was set ablaze
Then he trained to be a Jedi, what a hoot.
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- Competition
- Week 1: Poetry (Limerick)
- Textual submission
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There once was a Knight of Ren
Who once was a Solo named Ben
Now Kylo Ren had a saber
Which three blades he enabled
And stuck it right into his Dad
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- Competition
- Week 1: Poetry (Limerick)
- Textual submission
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In memory of the Battle of Hoth:
We had forgotten our sleds and skis
Faster we ran as not to freeze
The base was stormed
The troops were warmed
So no parts would stick to our knees
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- Competition
- Week 1: Poetry (Limerick)
- Textual submission
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The slaves of Plagueis are many
But they hardly make our Clan a penny.
Before the slave ship can fill
Selika swoops in for the kill
And then Telyas is left with hardly any.
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- Competition
- Week 1: Poetry (Limerick)
- Textual submission
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A slave boy took his pod for a spin,
Then knocked up the queen with twins.
He sliced up some kids,
got some black-leather digs.
And left the order, to Obi's chagrin!
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- Competition
- Week 1: Poetry (Limerick)
- Textual submission
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Never call Teylas Teytey.
Doing so would be cray cray.
But if you insist
on doing this
He'll punt you in the vajayjay.
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- Competition
- Week 1: Poetry (Limerick)
- Textual submission
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We took the hill that day, Warrior Selika Roh di Plagia Wrath of the Dreadlord Proconsul of Plagueis at the lead,
cleansing the world of Jedi, we wished were dead,
"Wipe them out, all of them," she spake,
Burn them all like a hated Jar-Jar at the stake,
The view a few steps behind her was good enough for me.
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- Competition
- Week 2: Poetry
- Submission
- Dr. Giyana Jurro opted out of publishing her submission.
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