CRAPPY TF2 POETRY!

--walking by a sentry nest, on a public server--

Who built this gun I think I know.
He's back inside the respawn though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his gun get sapped and blow.
A passing pyro thinks it queer
A "medic" with no heavy near
Between the spawn and static kart
And not in sight an engineer.
He gives his backburner a puff
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the swoosh
Of cloaking watch and quick escape.
My death won't hurt me very deep.
But I have k-d-r to keep,
And backs to stab before I sleep,
And backs to stab before I sleep.

bastardized from Robert Frost

A challenger ap.... ah forget it; too much work

You have such a way with words

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5Ia4exg5KGo
watch you will like

FYI, I am a Spy

I cloak through the battlefield, sneaking into enemy territory
I disguise as a soldier, silently creeping into the laboratory.
At the corner of my eye, I spot a medic
Sneaking up behind him, I pull out my knife and flick.

I shove it down his back, and he falls onto his knees
He collapses on the floor, and I watch with appease.
His teammates arrive as they see me with their doctor
They pull out their weapons and I terminate them with my revolver.

I watch them fall as well, and I chuckle, leaving the corpses bleed
As I exit the room and hide, teammates enter the lab and are flurried.
I escape the base and I see my team with RED’s intelligence;
The young boy who has it runs for victory, as I watch with pleasance.

I turn to the REDs behind me and wave goodbye
I say, “FYI, I am a Spy.”