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The wurst poem eva

In the elder times.
Poland was but a shade of its former glory
Our stock of whales is diminished they often sadly proclaimed!
Day by day they watched their shore.
But nothing raised their wee spirit.
Old whales full of Q3 Weps factory could be seen
Washed up on all their shores.
It was quite obscene.
This coast land scene.
Spleen.
Bean.
It was quite mean.

Their stomach growled with worry.
Their giant furry parties did not even net 1 decent sized whale.
Oh oh they said sad how will we ever be Stronk again.
Poland not stronk!
Poland not numbero uno.
No other nations laugh behind our back and called us...... Fiat
...... Uno.
Like OOU NOOO what car are you driving.
So Plato devised for them a plan.


Lets hold a competition and then we take all of the resources away .
We will promise them a new industry whilst you carry away their already
rich industries behind them
We will lie about something called pollution
ah but your soon will be hear many a whale a snootin


So 5 wisemen visited Poland and carried with them gifts of oil saltpeter and rubber.
And from lands afar.
Whales pulled up their anchors and slowly was taken by the magnet fields of plenty riches to the lands of the Poles

Dio Maximus cried and cried
but Plato laughed and laughed and said
Yeah sinner I told ya a long time ago the only religion of eRepublik
is
Money.

And then Krakken the master of all elements walked up and smashed Dio to a thousand little sand pieces. Because Krakken was uber whale and could not stay longer in poor suburb in Serbia with no bonuses.
krakken could not bear to be sold to rich american tourist as ancient whale blubber from years ago by shady serbian whale merchants

So when we meet again my name will BE Whal-ey Krakkow and I will be dancing the whale polka on the oil , rubber and saltpeter beaches of poland to the tune of
leva polka
me will be making lots of pollution and
from miles around in your poor burbs you will hear the disgusting sound of happy whales a snootin



sOME dIO jOKES

Yesterday 20 Dio orphans came to my door and demanded some whale pie.
I instead gave them each a mudpie.
The little cannibals gorged themselves.
It was quite disgusting.

If Dio made his people of sand
what was the bonding agent.

Dio recently kicked over a few sand castles on Kegness
and called the crying children amateurs!

A Dio'ist approaches a sand dune and ask him for a light.
The sand dune says are you trippin man Im a sand dune not Fred Astaire.

Is there somewhere a sand dune cult where sand dunes
makes sand dunes out of people. 😛