Thought I might as well try my hand at poetry. Seems to be the "in" thing to do now
Twas the night before lynching, and all through the town,
Not a scumbag was stirring, for fear he'd be found.
Roles have been given, we all wait our fate
As the town starts discussions, of the mafia we hate.
Us newbies learn slowly, we vote in bright red
While praying each day, that we don't end up dead.
Clues? Where are they, I feel so dang lost.
Scum must be found, no matter the cost.
When there in the chat, there came such a clatter
Crown dissed my fins, his brains are claim chowder
Such statements are mean, and incredibly dumb
He's brainless, and cruel, he has to be scum
So right there is the reason, Crown gets my vote
Dis my beloved dolphins, and you'll be in his boat.
Sherlock I'm not, so I vote without reason
So don't dis my dolphins, during the season
