A Rhyme about the lobster who didn’t make units:

The story about lobster who didn’t make units

Back in nowhere, the commander plopped;
Not a pro, but a lob.

Did not learn, from previous mistakes;
Too afraid to start at front, he shaked.

Units not made;
Players complain.

The lobster goes on a tirade;
"I could not win my lane!"

"Do not be scared!";
A player replies;
Then he declared;
"You will not die!"

He questions his aid;
"You will never learn if you don't start at front!";
The lobster obeyed;
The pro is stunned.

units are made;
He wins the fight;
matched against a purple upfront;
Kills the Commmander;
The Purple grunts.

The lane is won;
Raiders sent;
The Commanders run;
A Happy End!

I wrote another one, i title it:

The lobteam

Not so long ago, the lobpot filled;
Every lobster was thrilled.

They chose a map;
which was... crap.

The game began;
The commanders ran;

A commander stunned;
The other overrunned;
Another burned;
Many were left concerned.

A strider hub rushed;
The fronts began to be crushed;

Landships made;
You know their fate.

Another one built defences;
At others expenses.

"Defences are unwise!"
The defences died;
What a surprise!
While lobster cried;

Another one made a terraform fort;
Needless to say, its life was short.
Another one sent a dante in;
Unsurprisingly It didn't win.

They heard a nuke;
What a spook!

The nuke hits;
They got blown to bits.

Resignvote call;
Thats all!