Simple simon,
Loved his diamonds,
And how they glittered and glowed,
For in his eyes,
This simple prize,
sparkled and shone just like gold.
For years upon years,
Simon did collect,
A rock or a gem from a far,
And his amount would grow,
with each jewel he'd show,
that glittered brighter than a star.
Some of them were kept in cases,
and some of them were made to be worn,
but Simon could not part,
with these gems of his heart,
He handled with care,
these Diamonds so fair,
he wasnt picky nor concieted-
He took every rock he could find,
that showed some sort of sign,
Of being beautiful or bold,
Something that sparkled,
Some
i LOOOOVE elites, and their over developed sense of honor and their huge pride and their combativeness and their shiny armors and everything .... and their shining orange spots (on their arms and legs)
and whatcha mean, quite busy ?
i assume you've probed my entire gallery ? you've seen some of my first works ... i've improved A LOT haven't i ?