This will just be my bey poetry. I might do another thread for random poetry. Her I go.

The bey charged toward the other,
It's opponent spun in place.
The charging one came closer,
It attacked although in vein.
The attacker was knocked out of the stadium,
And the owner picked it up and said
"Why does Mad Gemios ED145 F suck so bad?"

It sucked, didn't it?

nice poem (ha ha ha)

very nice

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