Who managed to produce a perfect piece of poetry for the brown plasto?
For those with a good memory, you will remember that last week the hotel staff released a competition based around poetry and the brown plasto furniture. All users had to do was come up with a simple but unique poem based around the brown plasto furniture – easy!
The winners of the poetry competition have now been chosen. We could be potentially looking at many future poets here – similar to the likes of Robert Burns!
Let’s not dawdle anymore, here are the winners;
The brown plasto chair,
It’s not shiny or bright,
But one can’t deny,
That it feels just right.
With a hard backrest,
This poo coloured seat,
Is simply perfect,
To stay off your feet.
It’s not given credit,
When next to the rest,
But bright doesn’t mean,
Necessarily the best.
You stood the test of time,
You’ve been shunned by all,
Yet despite it all,
You still stood tall.
[email protected]:KeshA:@!’s poem
I sit on this day all on my own
Silenced by society and even my phone
For I celebrate this 3rd day with the joy of peace
But I got Haggis to eat,
The only friend Ill have on this day is Habbo and my
Brown Plasto Chair
Being alone is peaceful,
So why would I care!
I sit alone, on this day,
Watch the water glisten on a pixel bay.
I look over to admire the scene,
Without my Habbo friend Dean.
No arguments today,
Left alone on a beach astray.
But my life is enlightened,
I no long feel alone and frightened.
I gaze at a Brown Plasto,
Excitedly wiggling my toes.
I walk towards it and stoke it,
The pixel sun made it glow a bit.
I sit on it feeling at home,
This chair suddenly made me feel like I’m not alone.
I pick it up and hug it in my inventory box,
Then I dashed off that pixel beach quicker than a fox!
I think of you after a long day at work
Without you I would go berserk
For my tired butt would have nothing to rest on
And I couldn’t pretend to be a don.
In silence you bear witness to my fart
And gladly accept it with all your heart.
In your eyes, I am never to blame
When with you, I hold no shame.
Oh brown plasto, how I cherish thee!
To my pleasure, you hold the key.
Never judging, never grudging
Without a doubt, happiness you always bring!
Passion lies Sleeping,
but with sudden tender,
Dreams that fill with vague surmise
Beautiful Brown Plasto.
Hide away all the lies
Those cutie seats
Lead me away
They leave my heart
Knotted in ties
They give my stomach
Little black butterflies
You can tell me
I promise I won’t judge
I can cope now
I can agree now
Why you kept this from me
Everything will be okay
You just need to let me sit
I can’t help thinking of you
So maybe next time
I’ll be here
Don’t need to worry
I’ll be right here
How do you impregnate the world of plastos within your plastoic whom?
You keep the world alive and brown like the fiery depths of my soul.
Like a handful of brown pennies
You always slip away.
Oh, how brown you may be, with big stumpy knobbly legs,
Ugly to some ye may be, but to me
Yer ma beauty.
Plastic ye are but ye aye manage to hold me.
I ken you hate when i sit,
But i know ye can take my weight!
Yer better than a haggis, so on burns day, I’d rather hay ye!
All the lucky winners of this competition managed to receive 30 credits worth of brown plasto furniture (let’s hope they don’t accidently receive red plasto furniture… imagine how embarrassing that would be) and a mention in a news article!
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