Return of Reckoning

[black orc, golden tooth jutting from gums--the other broken]

I was sitting on da supplies at Lobba Mill when I wrote dis poem wiv a stuntie finga:

on mud fick wiv blood,
do trod me warpig's hoof.
to find da rotten stunties,
I follow me golden toof.

wiv choppa an cuttas,
wiv blocka shatta-proof,
I tear 'em to bits
smilin' wiv me golden toof.

An when they're dyin by me,
I swear it's da troof,
it's their own eyes they see
reflected in me golden toof!

Foinaly sum gud piece of art!!!

Ye have reserved yourself a line in the Book of Grudges with that poem pignose.

We need more ork like you

fanks for da kind words lads

Dis be gudder 'an humie juice!

Ow Broda, so sorry ya got enslaved by 'umies.. fankz Mork ya learned sum poetry in dat 'ard timez! Welkom' bakk to 'ome !