Week 14 Championship: sraL vs. Frank - sraL resigns, Frank wins

[Vulgar]

LGPA Season 1: Week 14

Frank sraL

Check ins: Thursday (Midnight Eastern time)
Poems Due: Friday (Midnight Eastern time)
Votes due: Sunday (Midnight Eastern time)


Topic: The Animal Kingdom

Write about something you see in this video.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oZud8JHtxWE


Good luck.

[Frank]

hyena laugh

[Frank]

King of the jungle roar

[sral]

Let's go!

"Long Live The King"

Through the swooning fields of gold caught in a zephyr
and beneath the twisted knots of rain-kissed eucalyptus tree
he finds the comforting shade of its shadow
as an incandescent sun solemnly sets.
The sky burning brightly above him,
drying the ironised blood on his jowls,
while the great warrior licks his wounds
the taste of victory fresh on his tongue.
From his throne of choice his marble eyes survey his vast Kingdom.
Upright ears stood to attention,
tail swishing anxiously,
Ready to fend off any would-be challenger brave, or foolish, enough
to think of seizing the day.
This is his moment.
There's a cricket-chirping crescendo sang in his honour.
Kookaburra circle above the Serengeti he calls home
in a flight of fancy
as if dancing for their masters enjoyment,
before joining in with the grasshoppers Welcome Home parade
cooing so loud it echoes into the distance far across the vast expanse.
The great one has returned.
Buzzing bluebottles busy themselves
zipping toward his face
tending to the Great Kings needs without request.
Removing any paltry remains from the aged-yellow, razor-sharp teeth
that may trouble His Highness.
His is a heroes welcome fit for a male of his stature.
The royalty among the rushes.
The king of the jungle rightly admired and feared by those who share his domain.
With one almighty guttural roar he assures his people the reign isn't over.
Waking the Kookaburra again from the gnarled bark of their nests
they rejoice and do another lap of the tumultuous skies in his honour.
As the sun sets and the sky draws in the relative tranquility of the night
his kingdom can sleep well knowing the king is still amongst them.
Long live the king.

[Inno]

This is gonna be good

[MMLP]

LOL barons specialist subject!

[Frank]

The Poacher reloads the Winchester Rifle, in the high grass of the Savannah’s sweltering winds
The West Nile mosquitoes, buzz in a parasitic puddle - Fresh with the predators prints.
The Poachers has 11 bullets left in his unregistered clip...........
Carved
Each one with the initials F P, etched in the pellets terrible tip
The Poacher treasures the sip off a canteen - as hours fly by like the sorrow's over the Serengeti strip
A skeleton being stripped of its every bit: By "The Vulture” who hops around death and perpetually picks
The sorrow lands in the Crocodiles smile:
like a razor toothed nest for its chicks
Before flying startled -
As the Crocodile
cleverly swims to the waters edge:
sever, and twists
the gazelle from the river bed
with a spin,
The Poacher aims into a haze: at a Leopard putting the gazelle
onto a tree,
Testing its twig
Another poacher pulls up in off road vehicle
- that roared across the flat lands in an - incredible blitz.....
Poacher warns poacher of the danger lurking 500 kilometers to the west of that ridge
The sun has risen,
The moon is still present in a glimpse of crescent, fluorescent, and dim
The bushes rustle in front of him like end zone pom poms
His two arms going up
Like the Ref for the win
The Winchester is fixed on a suave object that is blending in with the high grass
Deceptively quick
He kicks back the lever and winces into the summer setting –
It is The Leopard... In the pursuit of a pestering pig
The Poacher unloads 4 bullets into the hecticness
and follows the trail of blood to the end of the drip.........
The Poacher fetches and skins the two beasts;
in the shade of the western hemispheres relentless singe
Stalking him is an Animal whose legend is BIG
A legend so big
the grass suffers as the Large Animal steps into the scene
the Poacher sweats in the blistering sun that never quits
his sweat drips into an Ant Hill
beneath his legs in the pit...
The fire ants swarm up the poacher armed with a venomous grip
Destined to become a Giant Ant-Hill
- the Queen weathers it,
assemblers her spit.
No matter how many times her Ant Hill is destroyed,
bit by bit
by perilous bit
her ant hill definitely will become a Giant Ant Hill
Here comes the Elephants gimp
Its tail squiggles with foul temperament? coiled, twirled - aggressively flips'
Its large ears flap like flags at mass as it tentatively inches towards
the Poacher, who is resting, with his poachers hat
set on his chin
This Elephant remembers him
The temperature withers as the glowing embers persists
The Giant Elephant blinks once with such heaviness in its lids
Its pillar like legs carrying its great weight
A sorrow bird riding on its neck
Revenge in its gimp
The Mbuti people believe the souls of the dead reside in this Elephant
Inside the wrinkled and leathery skin - the Great Chief of the Ancient Tribe forever lives
Reincarnated- The 70 year old Matriarch Elephant depressingly digs
Wallowing in the depression...
She appears to show empathy for the remains of her ancestors kin…
...These female elephants spend their entire lives in a tight-knit family – groups of ten members exist
And when the Matriarchs tenure is over, the matriarch's eldest daughter takes her place and her legend begins
The Elephant Matriarch remembers the Poacher and all the terror he did
He is awoken in the tremor of a Giant Elephant - heading for him
He picks up the Winchester with 7 pellets left as
The Elephant trumpets triumphantly
The sound of weaponry rips through the charging elephant before it gets to him..............

The Elephant never forgets

And it never forgives

[NYCSPITZ]

ayo, dope battle.

Lars was dope with some ultra delicate wording, Lion King type of shit. Shit was ill bro, I enjoy your command of language and extensive vocab, because I also have dope command of language and extensive vocab. That's why I like you fam.

Ayo Frank was on some other level elephant matriarch killing a poacher shit. I thought his ended more emphatically and had doper creativity this time. Reminded me of the short story "The short happy life of Francis Macomber" by Hemingway (I think that's what it's called pretty sure). Where he describes the safari adventurer's coming of age in his 30s or 40s, and the thoughts of the lion he hit but didnt kill, waiting in the tall grass. excellent duel.

v/frank

[Spoken]

I thought Lars sraL dq'd frank???