Have you ever had such a charming time visiting (trolling) Desticles and just had a sudden inspiration to write a beautiful poem about one? No? Well that's unfortunate. It is fun though! I'll start off.
Scrub a dub dub
You play like a nub
Enjoy your cheese
Unlplugging on Crota's knees
You play like shit
Your friends all know it
You still get mad
Because you know you're bad.
And this one:
Teddy was once a mad little clown
Always so angry and wearing a frown
One day he met a Dragon who put him in his place
And Teddy ran away crying; oh what a disgrace!
He ran to his mother and said with a whine
"Mommy that Dragon just whipped my behind!"
But his mother was too busy sucking a cock
Teddy realized it was the Dragon, his face locked in shock!
"Hello Teddy, you miserable fool"
said the Dragon while Mother polished his tool.
"You've been a naughty little shit, and for that you will pay"
"No more Destiny for the rest of the day!"
Feel free to post any gems your twisted little minds can come up with.
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I sit and stare in my underwear, At the Desticle wave in the morning. I can't help but notice, a crota comas coming. These figs are riled up and horny. "Destiny's the best! Legendary gear!" As they exclaim when their broken foe falls. These queers can't comprehend, that once they reach the end, they'll be doing it all over again. [spoiler]ayy lmao[/spoiler]