I got bored, so I made a little sonnet declaring my love for the Banshee.
Granted, I'm no sonnet expert, and I don't know too much about iambic pentameter, so any feedback is much appreciated.
*ahem*
Upon my junker thou doth sit,
Grease rounds within your chambers lie.
And oh, the shots that we shall hit
The beaut’ful sound of rockets fly.
While one may seem but little threat,
Place two or more and engies roar
As long’s it land, thou art set
Hit the naked hull and thou shalt score
Opposed teams may use chem spray
And scoff at me with match’s start.
But cycles missed within the fray
Shall cause the fall of ship and heart
The battle’s won, and if I may,
Is today your birth and day?
