So enjoy this poem I wrote.


Those Gosh Darn Killer Bees

The Smiths were enjoying their new home.
Paradise it seemed. And to think that, they weren’t alone.
They were a working class family,
Almost like a stereotypical on you’d see on TV.
Stan, the father, worked in the local Solar Power Plant.
Mille, the mother, was a housewife, cooking for the hungry Smiths, making sure there was none left for the ants.
Mike and Ike, the two sons, were as happy as can be in their local elementary school.
They both even had girlfriends in the third grade, most were jealous fools.
This life continued fine for 3 years, then came those gosh darn African Killer Bees.
They tore apart trucks,
they ripped apart lawns,
They Rendered cattle to bones,
And feasted upon punk rock music drones.
They devoured the Smith’s $300,000 house.
They left nothing, not even a mouse.
The Smiths tried to drive away in their $10,000 car,
But the Bees went and made sure they didn’t get far.
The Smiths tried to get to the next state in their $50,000 boat,
But let’s just say it’s good that people can float.
The smith’s got away with the story to tell.
Making sure people beware the Bees most fell.

The other day Bush was having one of them parades in my town for some reason. The only reason I went was because my parents are damn Conservatives. Anyway, Bush ordered that the car be stopped and that I was to be arrested as I was threat to national security. As the secret service charged at me I whipped out my wang and started to get stabby and rapey. Heads were flying, bullets were everywhere and sperm was unleashed, that's when Bush summoned the Ninjas...THOUSANDS of them! I rushed back to my car to get my special whistle, I was frantically searching for it as the Ninjas were chopping up my car. Just as the gas line was cut I found it and blew it, summoning my good friend Blackbard's Armada of pirates! Bush then threw a killer tomato at me, and at the same time I threw a porcupine at bush, the two clashed causing a chain reaction that made all the buildings within a 1000000 mile radius implode. Bush was getting desperate, he stated chucking anything he could find at me, internets, is our, colaberaditons, anything! I knew the only way to survive all that was to call help from the Green Ranger. It was morphin time. I summoned the Megazord and with my giant sword cleaved the Bushmobile in two. Bush then summoned Satin himself, but when Satin saw my PWNing skills he went right back to hell afraid of what could have happened. That's when Bush did a Kamehameha and killed the universe, myself included.

I was hosting a party at my house and playing Super Smash Bro. Melee with my friends when my sister said "Bro! Another one of your stupid friends is here!" Well this was impossible because all my friends were already here. The "friend" knocked on my bedroom door and when I answered I encountered not thousands, not even hundreds, but 1 Mega, super dooper Ninja! He knocked me to the ground, grabbed my GC and threw it out the window where it got hit by a truck, then another truck, then that truck backed up and hi it again, then a tank rolled over it, then a plane dropped a bomb on it, then the fat kid next door curled up armadillo style and rolled over it, then a dog came over and pissed on it. Horrified, I punched the Ninja in the nose and he fled. I asked my friends to wait here while I went to get another GC. When I got to the mall to my shock I saw the Ninja taking the last GC off the shelf. I ran over and tried to take the GC out of his arms. Our strength was equal so we both agreed that we needed to settle this in the most appropriate place, the food court. The Ninja drew his sword and I drew my pickle as we both charged at each other! The Ninja threw his shiriken while I threw my vacuum cleaner bombs! The food court was being torn to pieces, but we weren't getting anywhere. We both fled to our bases, the Ninja took over Taco John's while I had Subway for lunch, then took it over. We then called our respected armies, The Mega, super dooper Ninja called his Ninjas while I called my pirate buddies. Swords were clashed! blood was spilled! The fallen lie on the floor motionless. Along those fallen was the Mega, super dooper Ninja, stabed in the heart with my pickle. I thanked my pirate friends and they left as I calmly bought another GC. And so my anxious friends and I had a wondrous SSBM tournament.