[Germany]
I'd like to make peace w/ the Sword
And give him my solemn word
That the English Kniggets should stay
Off the mainland of Europe, ok?
And perhaps should look more northward.

[Germany]
I must bump this thread
so that it is easy for
the players to see

[Russia]

The kaiser's request is acceptable,
And his poetry commendable.

A question I must pose,
Without stepping on toes.
An agreement we should wring,
On Scandinavia's future king.
Would a triumvirate be opposed?

[England]

My dear French ally, it is my wish,
Lest you be French fries served on a dish,
The German knife will come with a swish
And all your lands belong to the Kaiser,
To conquer the world is the aim of the miser,
and no one will be the wiser!

[Germany]

A triumverate would work well
Will England agree, pray tell?
North of Denmark I shall not go.
My troops are allergic to snow.

Meta: Are we counting posts made in the game as in character? There were some made, specifically in reference to the great country of Italy that were not reproduced here...

[Italy]
To the Ruler of France:
I was hoping to have the chance,
To mention I see
Piedmont as a DMZ
And hopefully you agree.

What's more it seems that we,
Have a common enemy.
The Kaiser has made
Me slightly afraid.
I was hoping to have your aid.

To great Frans Ferdinand:
I will not attack your land.
I hope you are wiser,
Than to fall to the Kaiser
His anger is like a geyser.

To the Sultan of Turkey,
I think it would be quite quirky,
If we were to war,
It would damage your rapport,
And the others would give you what for.

[Germany]

My dear knigget, I did not intend
My offer to France toward you offend.
I simply thought he might feel too
That your fleets remain on the ocean blue.

[Germany]

To my Roman friend below
I think you ought to know
That my opening post was a jest
To kick of this little rhyme-fest
I wish you the best as you grow.

[Italy]

To Germany and the Kaiser:
You should have had an adviser,
Anyone can see
It is stupidity
To anger Great Italy!

[Germany]

My advisors are all on vacation
Traveling across the great nation
Don't know when they'll be back
Hopefully 'fore we're attacked
As that could be the means to salvation.

[The Super-Awesome French Republic (la nation glorieux)]

As he steps from his chamber,
Le French Président
Gives a bow
And a wave
(With a manner tres élégant)

With mon honour held highly, mon friendship not fake,
The Président says,
A speech to all Europe
With gusto I'll make.

And with breath drawn in....

"To our friends o'er the Rhine
Those in dark Allemagne,
Not long before recently,
Our relations were not fine

But I and my people,
Hold our fire, we may
If promise you will,
Out of Burgundy to stay

And now to those islanders,
Our longly held foes
The Englishmen, ready
With those great, taught, bows.

This day we have found raisons
For fighting much less.
As ships in the Channel
Can make such a mess.

The German, he may,
Prove a foe to us yet
But with leave, we would like,
To wait for our bet.

As of now we of France
Are very content,
To allow control of Belgium,
To he of best intent.



Then the man turned his gaze to the south,
Softer, more flowing words came to his mouth.

Mon amis, those of Italy!
We are hopeful this hour
That never will come
A Franco-Italian glower

A fight between us
Must be fruitless at best
So if Piedmont stays open
You shall always be our guest

And now says the man, I have a bit more to say
Listen a while, and I'll get out of your way.

The Turks at the moment,
We have not much to say
But should we see you near Rome
Some fleets may come your way

The Austrian Prince
Is a man we respect
Should our interests combine
Contact we mustnt neglect

Those Russians, those Russians,
I say with some glee
Stay out beyond Prussians
And we can have tea.


Then a flourish, a bow
Come off the Les President now
As he steps of the Dais,
He lowers his gaze

And says one more thing;

"Make no mistake, my neighbours and friends,
I can be friendly, I can make amends,

But to doublecross now, to break words, to lie
Is something I will not tolerate nigh

So take care what you say, take care what you do,
Trust me, you do not want my angry gaze on you"

Meta: At the end of the game, can we all vote on best poet?

[Italy]

For now we will forgive your blunder,
But you threw all Europe asunder,
Let this be,
A lesson to thee.
Long live Great Italy!

[England]

To Germany, offend me you did not.
For I am guilty of stirring the pot.
Speaking of, my spies have guessed,
The Italy plans on moving North, East and West!

I'm a terrible poet,
And boy do I know it.

:)

[Italy]

The Italians will let it be known,
We only want to stay on the throne.
We'll be honest henceforth,
Only one army north
It will be traveling alone.

We do this to make sure that we
Ensure our state's security,
If no German deceit
Our army will retreat
Long live Great Italy!

Austria
With 4 great neigbours, I have a lot to rhyme.
I'll go in Clockwise order, so you'll all get a fair time.
I wish you all luck, though not where it's 'gainst me.
Good game, good play, good Poetry.

Italy first for our border: which is to often full of strife.
Attack there would benefit neither,
simply arguing like husband and wife.
I would advise a NAP, or we'll fall as fast as a diver.

In addition, I seek you as a friend,
in case the juggernaut should threat
A Lepanto, should Turkey sour our faith
Though I respect your wishes in all else you wish to get.

Germany, my friend
May we keep Russia in our
check, should he grow large.

I ask you bounce him,
in sewden should he anger.
though not if he be friendly.

Finally I see
Anger that Italy has
I hope you have peace

To Russia, we should DMZ Galicia.
So that neutrals, we can collect,
If we stay in peace I predict bliss: why yeah!
Rumania is yours: from me that is not at threat.

Although I wish not to premature
we should consider Turkey, to sate that lure.
I enjoy AR alliances to see us go east
And the centres we gain will be to our empire like yeast.

Lastly, not leastly Turkey: The same offer to you.
I've often played the AT: too often from only your side.
To be your friend as Austria would be happiness for me,
And we shall grow both, long and wide.

I implore you to guard your northern coast.
Though Russia is peaceful, in those waters pirates rule and boast.
So to both I recommend the fleet should move to black,
That way no-one will ever get stabbed in the back.

[Russia]

To the Kaiser, I say,
Let Sweden go my way.
A peaceful agreement was made,
And peacefully is how I'll play.

To the Austrian Prince, I state,
I look forward to our date
With Turkey; we should not wait
To grow in weight and fill out plates.

And I bow to the Minister Prime,
Take Norway all in good time!
I'm happy to offer a twist of lime,
And toast our agreement in this rhyme.

*edit: fill our plates.

[Austria]
To Russia for his prompt reply
I accept this date and will order wine.
Turkey will not be surprised.
But in any case it should turn out fine.

To those in the west, you are not left out.
But to speak so far I have to shout.
Communique's between us merry
And I wish you well: so very very.

To France first, feeling fine.
Italy is incised inside our line:
for now I think we let him grow.
But should we need to stop him let me know.

Then to England on the Isle of the Bard.
Co-operation will be so hard.
But info can pass betwixt us both
I wish you peaceful and profit in growth.

r u nuts?

[Germany]
To the Hapsburgs, I wish thee well
And our trust I'm sure will swell.
For the borders that we share
Won't find my armies there.

[TURKEY]

I may be blind, but I sadly see
How Russia and Austria plot to conquer me

So I do entreat, I humbly ask
For Italy to make this his noble task:

That east you march into Austrian land
To own Vienna... would that not be grand?

Greece will I promise you, should you desire
And together we advance with spear and fire

For once I am found murdered and long gone
Whom next do you think they will advance upon?

And to England, my friend, the Island King
What gore and horror you might bring

To Mother Russia's northern shore
This to you I must implore

And in St Petersburg we shall forge
A brand new city named...... St George?

Let this now be my solemn vow
This unholy alliance we must not allow!

[Austria]
To Turkey you were somewhat late
And so I am sorry for causing hate.
I hope the battlelines are not drawn
Lets use brains instead of brawn.

To those who heard his outwards cries
The benefit to you is naught but lies
In Russia we might find St George...
But in fair London invaders gorge.

Italy could move north-east:
be tricked into tasting the feast
then to find arsenic within:
Turkish fleets make such a din.

[Russia]

To Austria and Italy, I say hello!
Let's work to remove all the yellow.
Ignore all of his bellows,
And agree to be mellow.

The western 3 have not said much,
I hope no one needs a crutch.
The east shall look, and not touch,
And await the fate of the lucky Dutch.

[Russia]

To Austria again, a query:
I think the last of this rally.
Our borders might get hairy,
Unless we bounce in Gali.
We could also continue merry,
A DMZ might be up our alley?

[TURKEY]

Thank you Archduke for your fair sanity
I did not mean to spew profanity

But after many long hours at my place of toil
Arriving home the blood did boil

To see crafted plans of an invasion
Against the peaceful, vibrant Turkish Nation

So condemn me not for this castigation
My goal, as yours, is self preservation

Let us help each other, you and me
For 'tis well known: collaberation is the key

[TURKEY]

My dearest Tsar, why vex me so?
We've not yet the chance to say hello

I can not stay too long quiescent
As you descend upon the Turkish Crescent

Perhaps, think I, we might agree
To keep peaceful our fair Black Sea

[TURKEY]

Dear Germany, with all due respect
On Austria and Russia please reflect

For I'm quite certain when I am through
The next one they'll assail is you

To keep Sweden neutral would be nice
Bouncing Russia's fleet there should suffice

So please prepare your ball and shot
And your help will never be forgot!

[Russia]

The sultans pleas amuse me.
I hope the Brits don't refuse me.
The Kaiser is my friend,
I hope til the very end.