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[EskimoPAFC]

Im determined to write something similar in rhyming pentuplets now.
Am inspired.

Lawnchair Larry sat in his chair,
Gazing at the sky without a care,
He'd always been a dreamer, a writer too,
Looking for inspiration that was fresh and new.

Then he saw Ken Hinkley on the news,
And his mind began to spin and cruise,
Here was a man with a story to tell,
A tale of greed and obsession, a warning bell.

Lawnchair Larry picked up his pen,
And started to write, again and agai
Rhyming pentuplets, each line sublime,
Capturing the essence of the man and the crime.

Ken Hinkley stole all the Coke Zero,
Thinking he could hoard it, like a hero,
But he didn't count on the world's addiction,
Or the chaos that would follow his conviction.

Lawnchair Larry wrote and wrote,
With every word, he felt a new note,
Of passion, of purpose, of something to say,
A story that would live on, long after today.

And so, he finished his tale,
A masterpiece, without fail,
A story of a man and his mistake,
A lesson for all, no matter how great.

Lawnchair Larry put down his pen,
And smiled, feeling inspired again,
He knew that he had found his calling,
To write stories that were thrilling and enthralling.

 

[dirty2]

Tex Walker, the star forward for the Adelaide Crows, had been dreaming of winning the premiership for years. He had come close a few times, but it always seemed to slip through his grasp. This year, however, felt different. The Crows had been playing with a confidence and swagger that he had never seen before, and they had stormed into the grand final as clear favorites.

As Tex boarded the plane to travel to the grand final, he couldn't help but notice the empty seat next to him. It was the one that was meant to hold the premiership cup, the ultimate prize that he had been chasing for so long. He tried to push the thought out of his mind, focusing instead on the game ahead, but the empty seat seemed to taunt him.

As the plane took off, Tex couldn't help but stare at the seat. It was a strange feeling, but he felt a kind of connection to it, as if it held some kind of secret or power. He tried to shake the feeling, but it only grew stronger as the flight went on.

When the plane landed, Tex rushed to the stadium, eager to get on the field and start warming up. But as he stepped onto the grass, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing. He looked around and saw the premiership cup sitting on the sideline, gleaming in the sun. But it didn't hold the same appeal as the empty seat on the plane.

As the game began, Tex played with a fire and intensity that he had never felt before. He was determined to win, not just for himself, but for the empty seat next to him. He knew it sounded crazy, but he couldn't help but feel like it was some kind of sign.

But despite their best efforts, the Crows lost the grand final. Tex was devastated. As he walked off the field, he couldn't help but feel like he had let the empty seat down. He made his way back to the locker room, feeling like a failure.

But as he sat in his chair, something compelled him to get up and go back to the empty seat on the plane. He walked down the tunnel, through the stadium, and out into the bright sunshine. And there it was, waiting for him. He took a deep breath and sat down, staring at the empty seat.

For a long time, Tex just sat there, lost in thought. He didn't know what the empty seat meant, or why he felt such a connection to it. But in that moment, he realized that it didn't matter. The Crows had lost the grand final, but he had given it everything he had. And in a strange way, he felt like the empty seat was proud of him.

As he got up to leave, Tex felt a sense of closure. He didn't know what the future held, but he knew that he had done everything he could. And as he walked away from the empty seat, he felt a strange sense of gratitude. It had been a strange journey, but it had been worth it.

Was waiting for a racist comment from big tex

 

[Lawnchair Larry]

Lawnchair Larry sat in his chair,
Gazing at the sky without a care,
He'd always been a dreamer, a writer too,
Looking for inspiration that was fresh and new.

Then he saw Ken Hinkley on the news,
And his mind began to spin and cruise,
Here was a man with a story to tell,
A tale of greed and obsession, a warning bell.

Lawnchair Larry picked up his pen,
And started to write, again and agai
Rhyming pentuplets, each line sublime,
Capturing the essence of the man and the crime.

Ken Hinkley stole all the Coke Zero,
Thinking he could hoard it, like a hero,
But he didn't count on the world's addiction,
Or the chaos that would follow his conviction.

Lawnchair Larry wrote and wrote,
With every word, he felt a new note,
Of passion, of purpose, of something to say,
A story that would live on, long after today.

And so, he finished his tale,
A masterpiece, without fail,
A story of a man and his mistake,
A lesson for all, no matter how great.

Lawnchair Larry put down his pen,
And smiled, feeling inspired again,
He knew that he had found his calling,
To write stories that were thrilling and enthralling.

That was quick.
Are you Will Shake?

 

[EskimoPAFC]

That was quick.
Are you Will Shake?

I'm sure this is a joke, but just in case people don't know, this thread is using AI software ChatGPT to generate posts.