Prolly the only poem you'll EVER see from me.

Oscar Da Grouc · #1 (**permalink**) Jul 16, 04

As the horn blows, the players run
Little did they know, their in for some fun

Shots being fired, over head
If your dont find a bunker, you will be dead

Crawling, Sneaking through the mud
Paintballs come at us with a thud

Nobody likes being shot below the belt
For every shot, will leave a welt

When you get hit, most players shout
Because no one likes being out

mystique · #2 (**permalink**) Jul 16, 04

long time no see mikeyface.....nice poem...its nice to finally see somone else as passionate as me about paintballing

Oscar Da Grouc · #3 (**permalink**) Jul 16, 04

hah me, passionate about paintball...NAW!

my teacher said i was obsessed with it...cuz every time we had to make a short story, poem...anything, mine would have to do with paintball in 1 way or the other

mystique · #4 (**permalink**) Jul 16, 04

lol, i used to be like that in school....everything was always about my horses