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Let me tell you a story
Of just a little blunder
A tad worse than thunder
Practically regulatory
Ok, a little bigger mistake
But just a tad
Not a cause for ache
But still pretty bad
You see, I was walking home
When I saw a little gnome
A gnome in the street
With a loud heartbeat
It cried to me for help
And then made a yelp
A yelp for help
Or so it would seem
I ran and grabbed him
And then the sun went dim
I felt alone
I should've known
A TRAP!
I yelled and I screamed
He smiled and he beamed
He took the shape of a human
And in hopped a kangaroo-man
"Another Resident?" said kangaroo-man to human
"Another Resident." human assured kangaroo-man
"Lead him out." said a third voice unknown
"We should show the king, he may not condone"
"Don't I have a say" I say
Obviously to no avail
They took me out the door
Onto the dock of a very-wide bay
I struggled and wriggled
I moved and I wiggled
All to no avail
They loaded me onto a mono-rail
We went and we went
For hours on end
Maybe days maybe weeks
Until we hit a bend
Says kangaroo-man to human
"So what should we do when we get to the castle."
Says human to Kangaroo-man
"I vote we just dump 'im"
My heart skipped a beat
Until kangaroo-man slumped in his seat
"So would I but no
The king would want him, I just no"
Hours later we arrived
At a castle that obviously strived
The reds and the blues
And the beautiful hues
Out came the king
Regalia so bright
His throne read Ming
And I assumed it was right
All hail the honorable King Sanders (oops)
Said Kangaroo-man addressing the crowd
Everybody heard as it was quite loud
We shall be addressing very pressing matters
So this enemy of Wackoland
Of our land
Of your land
Of my land
And I had to pipe up and say
"Im not an enemy" said I to they
"I was tricked and was duped."
By a Kangaroo-man and a gnome who is human
And as I said that last word
From the lips of King Sanders
"It's treason, it's mean
It's a lie, look she's green"
And to no surprise
When I looked down
I couldn't believe my eyes
He was right
"Green means go
And red mean stop
That means we must execute
This... guy"
"AHAHA, I GOT YOU, OLD SANDERS!
I KNEW I COULD DO WHAT NOBODY COULD DO
I KNEW I COULD TRICK YOU
INTO GOING OFF RHYME"
And so the bet was finished. The boy had pretended to be a prisoner brought before the king, to break the king out of his constant cycle of rhymes.
And sorry to you, the reader. I know that I lied. I never really grabbed a gnome that could talk which transported me to Wackoland. Why would I need to.
I've always lived here.
- by iRetaliate |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 03/20/2009 |
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- Title: One Night In Wackoland
- Artist: iRetaliate
- Description: A short poem that describes a boys first time to wackoland.
- Date: 03/20/2009
- Tags: night trip
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Comments (1 Comments)
- Pandie Desu - 03/20/2009
- I love it! <3 I think it is really good. 5/5
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