How about we start it now?
Poetry contest starts now! The theme is anything you want and the genre is a ballad!
(if a certain someone apologizes they get third place on the spot no questions asked)
print("A ballad is a poem with a musical quality.\n "Ballad" means "dance" in Latin. They were originally meant for recitation, and not for reading.\n They possess an ABAB, and usually in quatrains. They are also usually written in iambic pentameter!"
ballad_example = print("
The ship was cheered, the
Merrily did we drop\n
Below the kirk, below the hill,\n
Below the lighthouse top.\n
The Sun came up upon the left,\n
Out of the sea came he!\n
And he shone bright, and on the right\n
Went down into the sea\n.'')
print("This is an example of a ballad in poetry.")
question = Input("Do you get it now~")
if question == "y":
print("Yay! Go write some poetry!")
print("Reload function ballad_explanation()")
The shadowy bartender peers at them before lightning up in recognition.
Oh yeah! Hey, hold on a second!
Slips to the other side of the bar and enters a room out of sight. After a moment some clopping is heard as the bartender leads a Moscow mule to the front.
You forgot this.
Wait it's not normal to think in code to learn things? Or to show information?
Thats... not something people do?
Then why do I do it? I think I figured out why. CSharpa you reminded me of C++. You made me... go into... programmer mode. Why
Why is there a voodoo doll over there? Where is my hair?
Looks up from table fixing.
Huh? Oh, well maybe...
Notes the flame-thrower and readies the fire extinguisher.
Finally finished with fixing the table the maintenance worker steps back to admire his work.
Throwing up his hands, the maintenance worker goes to grab a Root Beer.
I didn't mean to break it....
Someone made a voodoo doll of me. I'm sorry
gets the tools and carries them in my mouth as I pounce to the ground like a cat
Toby-dearest, light of my life, I profusely apologize for any ills my existence has caused you. Give me third place and I’m sure we can move past this bump in long and fruitful road to eternal friendship and happiness. I have slipped you a very nice lint ball I found in my pocket to show my good will. Green pastures and sunflower fields are surely ahead of us, and I hope we can come together stronger than before to form a bond so unbreakable, it will give the charred ribs here a run for its money.
Well this is, embarrassing. I wasn't expecting you to apologize, but I'll take it! I'll accept this as a third place entry!
We'll keep doing this forever! Everyone, write a ballad!
I want a Franconian BBQ Ribs and a Donk-Cola.
I want to reunite with the bar's founder. I just want, a bacon with ketchup & mayonnaise and cheese.
The shadow looks at the ribs and drink.
O..kay? So...do you still want this or...?
We will share.
The shadow puts some bacon, ketchup, mayonnaise, and cheese on a plate and sets it down next to the drink and ribs.
Alright then. Enjoy.
Not sure what that means. Are you referring to coroners? You're right--We don't allow them around here--they just try to take the bodies out of the meat locker, and we need them for tomorrow's specials.
Polishes your glass, tops you up with three cubes of ice, and garnishes with a sprig of mint...
Welcome back to the Bar, Elite leomonade. Sit wherever you like. Drink menus are on the table--and you'll find other leomonades listed on page 1,447 if you're looking for friends or family. We kept your bar tab open for you, too.
Here's a bowl of pretzels for you to munch while you look over the menu.
Cheffy! More spark plugs--stat! And bring more jalapenos and some battery acid too. I'll get the dust bunnies and mayo!
Okay. All done. *Wheels out a monstrous burger*
Oh, and before I forget: the cheese.
*Opens the high-pressure hose and douses everything with liquid cheddar*
And here's your complimentary roll of antacids.