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So, found myself with a lot of spare time after the AST Writing Task trial so I decided to compose an epic Resident Evil poem in rhyming couplets. I finished it and left it on my desk where I had been informed it would be safe. Coming back to it, it was gone. This is the second version written, squeezed into the time left after the Multi and Short answer questions, not quite as good as the original but I'm informed it is still very good indeed.
This is the story of a hunter named Sid
Who during the outbreak ran off and hid
He wasn't as scary as the others you see
Instead he collected pressed flowers and tea
Where all the hunters were vicious and mean
Sid would polish his scales to a gleam
Wesker was furious, Birkin was vexed
When Sid sat and read Shakespearean text
The others teased and mocked him mercilessly
As they slaughtered zombies totalling 103
When it came Sid's turn he stood and he stared
Until the zombie attacked then he fell over scared
Then came the day of the viral outbreak
Asleep in his cage, Sid was dreaming of mud cake
A big one with sprinkles for Wesker and Birkin
So that they would respect him and give him a jerkin
All of a sudden Sid awoke with a start
His cage had been opened, the lock was apart
Could it be freedom? Was it a cruel joke?
As Sid stepped out he forced back a choke
The lab was in chaos, his home cleaved asunder
Off in the distance were wails and thunder
Flames near by gave off smoke smelling sour
Burning was all of Sid's tea and pressed flowers
Startled and panicked Sid started to run
Around him were signs of the others sick fun
He ran through corridors past many a horror
Two lickers, a tyrant, a zombified florist
He eventually found safety behind a staircase
So others could find him he marked a map with a S
Befriending a typewriter he sat and hid tight
Whispering to Cedric that everything will be right
Birkin would come, and so would Wesker
And they could make everything better
Suddenly a door swang open with a clatter
As footsteps approached Sid's heart did shatter
A girl walked down slowly, she was clutching a map
Sid knew deep down this would end in mishap
Things couldn't get worse and then the bitch spoke
"Is this really a save room or some sort of joke?"
Under her breath something dark she was mumbling
Sid couldn't believe she didn't hear his heart humming
She was clearly after Cedric, his typewriter friend
To be quite clear Sid didn't know how this would end
Something snapped inside him at that moment
He just couldn't take any more of this torment
He sprang into action, jumped out feeling boosted
She turned around screaming as something exploded
Sid fell to the ground, his chest was ablaze
He had been hit neatly with a Acid grenade
The girl walked towards him firing again and…
Claire / 12/ Stairway
Expect a lot more updates now it's the holidays!
This is the story of a hunter named Sid
Who during the outbreak ran off and hid
He wasn't as scary as the others you see
Instead he collected pressed flowers and tea
Where all the hunters were vicious and mean
Sid would polish his scales to a gleam
Wesker was furious, Birkin was vexed
When Sid sat and read Shakespearean text
The others teased and mocked him mercilessly
As they slaughtered zombies totalling 103
When it came Sid's turn he stood and he stared
Until the zombie attacked then he fell over scared
Then came the day of the viral outbreak
Asleep in his cage, Sid was dreaming of mud cake
A big one with sprinkles for Wesker and Birkin
So that they would respect him and give him a jerkin
All of a sudden Sid awoke with a start
His cage had been opened, the lock was apart
Could it be freedom? Was it a cruel joke?
As Sid stepped out he forced back a choke
The lab was in chaos, his home cleaved asunder
Off in the distance were wails and thunder
Flames near by gave off smoke smelling sour
Burning was all of Sid's tea and pressed flowers
Startled and panicked Sid started to run
Around him were signs of the others sick fun
He ran through corridors past many a horror
Two lickers, a tyrant, a zombified florist
He eventually found safety behind a staircase
So others could find him he marked a map with a S
Befriending a typewriter he sat and hid tight
Whispering to Cedric that everything will be right
Birkin would come, and so would Wesker
And they could make everything better
Suddenly a door swang open with a clatter
As footsteps approached Sid's heart did shatter
A girl walked down slowly, she was clutching a map
Sid knew deep down this would end in mishap
Things couldn't get worse and then the bitch spoke
"Is this really a save room or some sort of joke?"
Under her breath something dark she was mumbling
Sid couldn't believe she didn't hear his heart humming
She was clearly after Cedric, his typewriter friend
To be quite clear Sid didn't know how this would end
Something snapped inside him at that moment
He just couldn't take any more of this torment
He sprang into action, jumped out feeling boosted
She turned around screaming as something exploded
Sid fell to the ground, his chest was ablaze
He had been hit neatly with a Acid grenade
The girl walked towards him firing again and…
Claire / 12/ Stairway
Expect a lot more updates now it's the holidays!