So we were supposed to write som poetry in school during english class, a couple of weeks ago. With inspiration from GSL which was currently live on my friend's computer we came up with the following poem: (As we couldn't really hand it in we thought we might as well just post it here)

Don't be a fool
two gate against CooL
oh no he's got spawning pool
get some zealots they rule,

All his queens are dead
zealots ate them like bread
but without cheese
because killing zerg is eaaaz

phoenix fly
overlords die
think of this when you lack supply.

I charge up with my void ray
and now you have to pay
your base is easy prey
now I bet you're punching your display.

Real men proxygate
just so you know mate
I think you should lose som of that overweight.

You will get owned by my collossusbeam
just as you foresaw in your bad dream
now your head generates steam.

But I don't all-in
I just win
good, after all that rage you're looking thin.

My immoratls dominate the field with their hardened shield
doesn't matter that your marauders get healed
because my win is already sealed.

I scout with hallucinate,
trust me it's great
but you fall for my bait
and you overcompensate

You mass anti-air
but you're not aware
that my ground army is already there
doesn't help that your scvs can repair.