Young Writers Society

A man from a distant town,
searches a generic magik noun.
To a far off adventure he goes,
an RPG story of woes.
He fights his way through moblins,
killing all the wee little goblins.
Finding the hidden treasure,
and chased from the wildest pleasure.
He meets the people who follow him,
all done on some random whim.
A healer, a clerk, an assassin too,
Its very generic, I tell you its true!
Crazy things people write,
those stories are crap, yes thats right.
Meet that wonderful amazon,
earn gold at that marathon.
Fall in love and have her killed,
the reader will be thrilled.
Hours will be wasted,
Sleep will be never tasted.
The dialogue is very pasted.
The final boss as you can guess,
has wings and chorus that you can bless.
With one wing or five,
on the music you thrive,
its the generic angel boss,
fighting him is your very loss.
He does ten billion damage a hit,
his cheap tactics throw you a fit.
With his thirty foot long sword,
and he claims hes "teh_lord",
you'll get up and leave,
because you cant believe.
How generic this is,
oh my god jee whiz.

That is genericism,
give it some critisism.

Toaster Bot

Timmothy Jet was a boaster,
so his friends gave him a test.
To see who could build the best toaster,
one thats better than the rest.