
A poem about a small adventure that I took one day. In a Canadian steakhouse.
Rated: Fiction K - English - Humor/Tragedy - Words: 189 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 08-08-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3048922
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In the year nineteen ninety two
I sailed across the ocean blue
In a boat that I stole
I saw a man out at sea
He looked sadly up at me
And I rowed away
Nobody cares
I then saw Jesus on the water
He brought with him canon fodder
Yeah. . . I pooped my pants
Soon enough I hit China
There was a lady, her name was Lila
She made me Moo-Shoo pork
Well y'know China was pretty gay
I wanted to get back home that very day
So I got back in the god damn boat
And I went back to the sparkly blue
I got seasick so up I threw
Yeah that's pretty much it
But that's when I saw 'Murrica
Closing in upon the sand
I felt something sharp nibble my hand
It was a shark.
It brought it's friends and it ripped me to pieces
Blood coated the water
I was flopping around in the water screaming for twenty minutes next to an extremely populated beach
People looked out of their windows.
They saw me.
I know it.
Screw you..
So, I died.
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