I punched a pirate in the face
He gave a grunt
I gave him space
His fist went whistling by my nose
I rapped his head
His anger grows
A pirate glint within his stare
He spat a tooth
I stood right there
Our muscles bulged but mine were bigger
He looked away
And I drove him thither
1 comment:
I hope you're keeping these poems. We will soon have enough for a Jay-zee-boy anthology.
My brother is so genius sometimes.
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