My Cirq Du Freak Guy

Mr. Puke-Alot
Likes To Eat Lots Of Jaffas And Shortbread
Makes Meals Out Of His Mouth
****** Star Chef
He Wears A Gourme Chef Apron And A Chef Hat The Apron Has Black And White Checks
On It
He Can Puke Out Anything His Puke Can Melt Even The Hardest Strongest Of Steel
When He Pukes Up A Tube It Takes It To A Fountain And The Fountain Makes
PUKE FOUNTAIN Then He Jumps In And Swims In It
THen Cirque Du Frak Bring Out A Goat And He Pukes All Over It And It Melts!

Poem Story

My Poem Story Thing!


The Dragonborn was staring into the eye of the dragon, its scales a dark greyish coulour, jagged like rocks,
teeth as sharp as iceburgs. Dragon born and the Whiterun guards and Iraleth the Dark Elf that serves Jarl Balgruf The Great.

Dovakhin ( Dragon Born ) He unsheathed his shimmering sword Dovakhin shouted with Unrelenting Force
 The Dragon staggerd on the grass in fear the dragon loaded its scaly cheeks
with hot FIRE to burn Dovakhin ... the dragon let out the nastiest roar and burned the grass
''Sir were is Dovakhin'' One of the Whiterun guards yelled.

Suddenly out of the fire came dovakhin with his shield eventhough he was badly burned
the solgiers and him battled on for many hours the overwelming power of the dragon
although they were out manned they fought on.

This was it Dovakhin versus the Dragon, the Dragon made the first move shooting up into the air
it spiraled round in a cloud of ash above the Western Watchtower Dovakhin pulled out his Elven Bow
and shot into the cloud of ash a couple of times
The Dragon Gave out a yelp of pain the arrow was stuck in the Dragons Kneea drip of blood dropped onto
Dovakhins Lip he liked his lips and swallowed the Dragon crashed into the floor Dovakhin ran over to the Dragon and pushed his sword through its neck the Dragon was dead.

The End!   :)