Thnx ya'll
Here's a new poem:
Slig--
He looks in the sky
His throat is dry
He needs a bath
Looks down the path
And what he sees
Is a shock to be
Ahoy a Scrab so galant and free
He aims his gun and locks his target
BANG!
Strike one
BANG!
Strike two
BANG!
Strike three
Out of caps
He runs to hide
And gets stuck to tree sap
He thrashes and screams
As the beast closes in
He thrashes about
And...
The Scrab pulverizes him to a bloody pulp
Nothing but cream as he utters his last scream
And...
BANG!
The monster falls
And a Slig watches as his prey sinks
As another bullet chinks off his M.O.L.E.
Long live the Sligs...
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