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“you see, your curleh mustaches must
be this thick to ride the bull.”
- Baberific!! is the winner.
Contact me for prizes. Also, for reference.
We certainly received a number of amusing
entries for the Street
Fighter Poem contest, but in the end, there
could only be two: one for BEST poem and one for best
WORST poem.
Winner for
best poem: Mike with Twas the
Night Before Christmas – SF
Style
‘Twas the night before Christmas,
when all through the dojo
Not a fighter
was sparring, not even Rolento;
The
stockings were hung by the lockers with
care,
In hopes that St. Gouken would soon
be there;
The World
Warriors were nustled all snug in their
beds,
While visions of M.Bison danced in
their heads;
And Ryu in his
headband, and Ken in his Gi,
Who’d just
gotten up for a quick midnight
pee,
When out in the woods there arose
such a clatter,
Ken ran from the
John to see what was the matter. (con’t after the
break)
Hit the jump to see the rest
(it’s quite long but good)
As for best Worst poem? There
weren’t any clearly bad poems in the entries, so we
decided to go with the 2nd best poem that we received:
Unity Member Carl’s SF limericks. Here’s
the best of the bunch (again you can hit the jump to see
all of his poems).
There once was a
man from the Far East
With fireballs he
was a real beast
He tossed them
all day
While he played
keep-away
His opponents
were toasty, at least
Congrats to the two of you!
Please send me a private message to collect your
prize, the SF20: The Art of Street Fighter Udon
book!
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