Win 1674 EFD

[Deity A]

Hurry ppl not long to go. Sunday I'll be closing it and select the best to make a poll.

 

[bizarrick]

Aw... why not?

Tragic Gaelic poem quoted from "Quidditch Through the Ages".
Compilation attributed to Kennilwhorthy Whisp but written by J.K. Rowling.

The players assembled, twelve fine, hearty men,
They strapped on their cauldrons, stood poised to fly,
At the sound of the horn they were swiftly airborne
But ten of their number were fated to die.​

Parody by me.

The übers assembled, ten rich, nerdy men,
They drew out their launchers, ready to shoot,
At the sound of the HoF they heartily laughed
But nine of their team were given no loot.​

 

[bizarrick]

While searching in a collection of poems by Poe
I found a cool one that I liked a lot but found unfit for parody.

"Epigram for Wall Street" by Edgar Allan Poe
Published in "Evening Mirror" (New York),
On January 23rd, 1845.

I'll tell you a plan for gaining wealth,
......Better than banking, trade or leases -
Take a bank note and fold it up,
......And then you will find your money in creases!
This wonderful plan, without danger or loss,
Keeps your cash in your hands, where nothing can trouble it;

And every time that you fold it across,
......'Tis plain as the light of the day that you double it!
​

 

[Deity A]

A final bump, time is closing in...

show us that your clever wits are not lost in entropia; that you still have some sarcasm and cynism left to comment on it

 

[bizarrick]

Is that a challenge, sir?
Fine!

Excerpt from Seneca's letters to Lucilius.

Latin: Quicquid eatatis retro est, mors tenet.
English: Whatever years lie behind us are in death's hands.

Parody

Latin: Quicquid argentum prodactus est, MindArk tenet.
English: Whatever money you’ve spent is in MindArk’s hands.

Quousque tandem abutere, MindArk, patientia nostra?

 

[Deity A]

At this point no more entries are allowed

Hurries up making a poll for the best onces