Ask Noedig

[Noedig]

Ah but rhyming a lot, it can be tough.

And i say your rhymes are not enough.

how long can you keep up this charade?

Can you handle the challenge i've relayed?

I Say 'No!' my Brony friend

For soon your rhyming, it will end.

I have made stories out of rhymes,

I wonder if you can do it too,

But it seems hard to do it at this time,

To think a minute or two.

Can you beat the length my longest story?

It is a very long story, indeed!

This story has a lot of of sadness and glory,

It just makes people read.

I have already beaten your length,

But don't be sad, you just need strength.

What do I mean by strength?

I mean your mind's flexibility.

What does it have to do with length?

It has to do with everything, really!

Your thoughts and grammar are important for this role,

It has to make sense, and it also needs a point.

If I have said something that takes a harsh poll,

It needs a little more than a few fixed joints.

That may sound nonsensical,

But its understandable.

I have given my answer to you, Starfox64x

I hope you liked it.

[Starfox64x]

Oh a challenge to me has been presented

To which I shall be undertaking

It will not be something I will have relented

So now some poetry I shall be making.

The gloves are off and the battle begins

I’ll start off simple and slow.

And soon we will find who will win

The rhyming champ we shall know.

Though through the year, I’ve despised Lit Class

I’ve enjoyed my writing ever so.

Though all my teachers were all of ass

My love for poems still did grow.

With a sprinkle of smarts and a dash of whimsy

My poems did take form

And thought I admit, some are flimsy

At least they’re not in the norm

Unique and superb are that of my art

With no challenger here to surpass.

I give credit, thanks in part,

To those who challenge me with their sass.

Now let us see, how far I am

I have completed my fifth stanza.

In such short time, I say ‘Damn!

Soon I shall win the bonanza!”

And so I end this here limerick.

With no desire or want

To use such a sneaky gimmick

Like changing the color of my font. ;P

So I post this response, maybe call it a retort

To your challenge that I have won.

With a cheeky smile and a snort

I think that you sir are done.

[Noedig]

Come one, come all,

I'm am about to tell you a poem.

All young, all old,

You will truly enjoy this until the end.

We see things in the sky that are bright and twinkling,

But what are they made of, if you're wondering.

They are planets, huge to us as a seedling.

But are they far away, you not be knowing.

Yes they are, and a thousand beyond,

Light is faster than any transport that reached one.

But there aren't only planets, but also stars.

Source of light, heat and other unknown to some.

They feed plants the light that is necessary,

To grow and grow, until it is old and weary.

Without them, we would then be dead already.

Without the air, we would not gasp so freely.

Our planet is full of things, like food and sights,

The things we make, and wars full of fights.

Without the light, we would not see clearly,

Without the sights, we would be so carefree.

With light we see, with plants we breathe,

With planets we observe, and stars that gleam.

We fight for greed, we fight for freedom,

We care for ourselves, and we care for others.

What are we, both in one?

I haven't a clue, its based on you.

The children who cry, are not cared mostly,

Because we are too lazy, which is very lustly.

We don't see others as respected beings,

Because we all think we are our own king.

Humans are dumb, intelligent or not,

A person so wise is what they name naught.

Selfish, greedy, lazy, and dumb.

No matter what we do, we think so numb.

We judge most people for carefree reasons,

But we find a few people prudently reasoned.

We will speak of negative things no more,

Now to a greater subject, postively no bore.

Love, family, and friends are what we say good things,

Without this in the world, we'd be heartless already.

But find this thankful, for that is what we should be,

For we weren't born with these emotions for nothing.

Happy times and joyful moments are one of the things we treasure,

Being married and having a child are what we treasure the most.

The ones who respond the the cries of children,

Are the ones who care for you and others the most.

Love is nothing but a relationship,

It is angry, but it isn't jealous,

It is serious, and very zealous.

Family is like a tree.

The leaves are the children,

And the tree is the parent.

The air are like your friends,

That flow with such coherent.

I hope you enjoyed this, even if it was grim and comfortable,

But understand this, not everything in the world is fallible.

For we too admit our mistakes and apologize so agreeable,

We make mistakes, we make crimes, if we admit, be forgivable.

This is my poetic story, and its nearly two times longer than yours!

Its pretty old and rough, but its still a poem.

I could probably admit defeat if you reach the 60th line. I'm stubborn when it comes to challenges like these, though I will still admit defeat when necessary.

Again, I hope you like it!

[Noedig]

Anyone else?

Well, that seemed ironic.

[Noedig]

Bump!

[Renarainboom]

um Mr.Noe, can I call you Mr. Noe? WAIT! that isn't my question! If you could make a pill that would taste like an entire meal and it satisfied your hunger, what flavors would you make? If you were limited to only one meal.

[Noedig]

A 16" in sized cheese pizza from Rosati's....

Meat Lasagna!

Orange Chicken + Lo(Or Chow) Mein Noodles form Panda Express!

My mother's potato soup!

Aaaand....

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You.

Nah! I'm just kidding!

[Black]

What is your theme song, good sir?

[Noedig]

What is your theme song, good sir?

DAH, DAH-DAH-DAH, DAH, DAH, DAH, DAAAAHHH--

Actually it goes like this...

There is a conflict going on this world, and there is no one who can stop this quarrel.

There are mostly the bad ones who won't care, because there are always the ones who aren't fair.

And when they all lose hope, there is only one who can fix this...

But he's never alone, because there is many a man's justice!

Still working on it.

In fact, I just made that up right now.

[Angie Cakes]

That's a clever compliment you've got there...

Want a cookie? I rarely give cookies to people, its an honor to have one.

Want a cookie?

are you a liar? did you have an excess of cookies? do you just think both of these people deserve one?

[Noedig]

are you a liar? did you have an excess of cookies? do you just think both of these people deserve one?

They deserve one.

Everyone does, at some times.

Here! Have a cookie.