Hadouken: Contest Winners: Street Fighter Poems & Major Nelson Fight Club Caption
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“you see, your curleh mustaches must
be this thick to ride the bull.”
- href="http://www.capcom-unity.com/baberific">Baberific!! is the winner. We certainly received a number of amusing Winner for ‘Twas the night before Christmas,
Contact me for prizes. Also, for
entries for the
Fighter Poem contest, but in the end, there
could only be two: one for BEST poem and one for best
WORST poem.
best poem:
Night Before Christmas – SF
Style
when all through the dojo
was sparring, not even Rolento;
The
stockings were hung by the lockers with
care,
In hopes that St. Gouken would soon
be there;
Warriors were nustled all snug in their
beds,
While visions of M.Bison danced in
their heads;
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,
John to see what was the matter. (con’t after the
break)
(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
the best of the bunch (again you can hit the jump to see
all of his poems).
man from the Far East
was a real beast
all day
While he played
keep-away
were toasty, at least
Please send me a private message to collect your
prize, the SF20: The Art of Street Fighter Udon
book!
The Night Before Christmas
cont’d
Away to the window he dashed like in
4,
Unlocked all the locks and flung
open the door.
breast of the new fallen snow
Gave the
lustre of mid-day to objects
below.
When, what to his baby blues should
arose,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight
tiny foes,
bearded driver, so strong and so
broken,
Ken knew in a moment it must be St.
Gouken.
More rapid that Fuerte his coursers
they came,
DC’d, and called them by name;
“Now,
Blanka! now, Oro! now, Makoto and
Dudley!
On, Hugo! on Vega! on Adon and
Cody!
To the top of the Tier! to the top
of them all!
dash cancel! dash cancel all!”
As dry
leaves that before the wild hurricane kick
fly,
When they meet with an obstacle,
mount to the sky,
house-top the coursers they
flew,
With the sleigh full of sequels, and
St. Gouken too.
tweaking, Ken heard on the turf
The
cringing and crying at each little
nerf.
As he drew in his head, and was
turning around
St. Gouken came with a bound.
He was
dressed in alt. costume, from head to his
foot,
and his beard was all tarneshed with
ashes and soot;
he had flung on his back,
like a Ranker just opening his Power Up
Pack.
His eyes — how they twinkled! his
jowels how hairy!
one handed, and he’s got a
parry!
His stamina’s average it’s only a
thou,
but his damage is great like a
rampaging cow;
bow he has tied ’round his
waist…
My God, what a waste.
throw, a good Ultra setup,
into Tatsu make everyone fed up.
He was once
thought to be dead but was merely just
sleeping,
Death feared to try reaping.
A whiff of
his Jab and a link of his Short,
Soon gave
to me to know he was played by a
dork.
He spoke not a word, but clearly had
a mic
But as soon as he beats you lets you
know “THASSSS RIIIIIGHT!!”
finger aside of his nose,
up the chimney he rose;
sleigh, to his team gave a
whistle,
flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard
him mic spam, ere he left the
lobby,
~~~”MERRY CHRISMAS YOU CHUMP,
SCRUBBY KNOB JOCKEY!”~~~
The rest of
Carl’s award winning limericks:
man from Seattle
one way to battle
“Shoryuken!”
again
And annoy ev’ryone with this
prattle
There once was a man in the Air
Force
Big muscles, tattoos; a real work
horse
He could flip through the
air
Without mussing his
hair
And still come out the winner, of
course
There once was a beast from the
jungle
Who tore out quite ready to
rumble
He shocked, bit and
spun
In fact, almost
won
‘Til a punch caught his roll,
caused a stumble
There once was a bullfighter
Spanish
Whose ego was very
outlandish
took a bruise
and lose
never would vanish
There once was a man with an
eyepatch
all opponents he could catch
Until one
rushed in hard
off his guard
the ground with a small scratch
