finally finished my entry. its called "Girls with guns":
Tall and slim, with a rounded bum,
They look so sexy, but they aren’t much fun.
Girls aren’t fun.
They live to cook, clean and fry,
Forever in the kitchen, 'til they finally die.
Girl's work's glum.
Nobody knew it, not even loosely,
No one imagined, the mercenary Ruby.
Gun girl stuns.
She'd hid in the forest, in a deserted space,
Preparing for women, to be moved from 'their place.'
Girl's dry run.
She spoke about justice, but no one was sold,
She felt like an outcast, alone in the world.
Girl doldrums.
She claimed we must fight, and put down our mops,
Or die having never played CoD Black Ops.
Girls want fun.
But then she was captured, shoved in a Chinook,
Where she would be forced, to be the guys cook.
Girl’s outrun
She was a slender girl, with rather large boobies,
But no one suspected, she was packing two Uzis.
Girl with guns.
They came with a rope, to tie her up tight,
But no one was ready, for her menacing bite.
Girl got one
She grabbed a parachute and leapt through the door,
Before the Chinook crashed on the floor.
Run girl run.
She picked up a bullhorn and jumped on the trailers,
Declared "Girls are not maids, we are now gamers."
We will fight for, female freedom,
And hold our keyboards high.
We will run free, with Overclockers, or die!
Girls with guns.
Rioting in the streets, without any care,
They smashed up the cookers, threw mops in the air.
Girls have fun.
They raided PC shops, for what they could find,
A VTX3D, that'll do just fine.
Girls' games run.
Black smoke rising, darkening the day,
While hundreds of girls, were pressing 'LAN play.'
We will fight for, female freedom,
And hold our keyboards high.
We will run free, with Overclockers, or die!
Girls with guns.
The prime minister said "it’s pretty bad looking.
These rioting women, they should be cooking."
Girls’ fun shunned.
The newspapers gloated, folks sighed with relief,
Tomorrow the girls, would be cooking roast beef.
Girls ain't won.
The girls were surrounded, they waited and prayed
They pwned their last noob, they stuck their last 'nade.
Girls out gunned
The order was given, to put girls in the kitchen,
Enforced by the might of ten thousand policemen,
But on the horizon, surrounding the henchmen,
Came the roar of eunuchs, ready for lynching
We will fight for, female freedom,
And hold our keyboards high.
We will run free, with Overclockers, or die!
Girls with guns!
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first off, sorry for my stereotypical view of women in this poem. also, the poem is heavily based on the video 'cows with guns' of all things:
i hope you think ive changed it enough to count as an entry for this competition. i kept to the form and rhyming scheme as much as possible, but theres only one or two verses that are straight copies.
by the way, do you have any idea how hard it was to find three suitable words to rhyme with kitchen
lastly, i may make tiny alterations up until the deadline if i notice typos or other mistakes
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