Here’s another poem about our beloved Medics
Me and my clan were stuck in a battle,
When all of a sudden i felt a big rattle,
My hands were shaking, my fingers went stiff, when i spotted this WOOKIE up in a rift
So there i was staring up at the sky,
When all of a sudden i got a revive,
I stood on my feet holding onto to my guts,
When all of a sudden i’m biting the dust
The WOOKIE was jumping and dancing with pride,
When all of a sudden ANOTHER revive,
So there i was standing back on my feet,
When this almighty big crack put me back in a heap
The WOOKIE was dying from laughter within,
I looked at the MEDIC with a deathly white grin,
He took out his zappers and ran over with pride,
I thought to myself “WERE ALL GONNA DIE”
He zapped me again when the WOOKIE was scoping,
OH MY F**KING GOD YOUVE GOT TO BE JOKING,
Once again, i lay there brown bread,
This MEDIC is surely F**KING brain dead
The MEDIC revives me and i’m not impressed,
I’ve come to the conclusion, this MEDICS a pest,
By this time the MEDIC is dead,
ALL hail the WOOKIE he’s now laid to rest
We all love a MEDIC when the timing is fine,
But for F**K sake dont do it when the flag is NOT mine
So for all of the MEDICS who keep us alive,
Remeber your team mates and DONT just revive,
Please dont revive us when the going gets bad,
COZ next time you do it, your gonna be tagged
Thank you for your time and all stay alive,
Just watch for the MEDIC who loves to revive
NORSE B2C