Day 98

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So I was thinking about it and as I saw it, yesterday was really more of a short rhyme then a poem. A poem would be more like. A love unlike any other, yearning that breaks my heart over and over. The sight of you that burns my soul with blind passions. THAT is a poem…still bad though.

"Aaahh dooo wop do dooo dooo doo wop. Something a doooo wop bob ughhh…. Doooo wop." The man was trying really to remember the lyrics of the song. Unfortunately all he could remember of it was the doo and the ever popular wops.

He pulled out a hollow metal rod from a case that was sitting on the ground next to him. "Maybe a different song. Ahh got one. Aruba Jamaica, ohh I want ..make ya? Hmm no it ohh I want to take ya to Bermuda Bahama, come on pretty mama…" Having found a song he could actually sing he pulled another metal piece out the case and attached it to the first piece.

"Key Largo, Montego, baby why don't we go duh duh duhh. Off the Florida keeeeyyysssss there's a place called Kokomo that's whereee I want to goo…" While he may have remembered the song's lyrics he had a terrible singing voice and sang off key the entire time. He placed a few more parts together with the others and placed the, apparently finished product, on the edge of metal terrace near him.

He looked down the length of his device and saw a lovely couple across the street having dinner. "Makes me hungry. Oh I got a perfect song for what I'm about to do. I'm having a ball, You take it or leave it, This is the real thing, Believe it or not, I'm going out with a BANG." Not only did he butcher the song's rhythm to fit his situation but he emphasized the last word when he pulled the trigger of his rifle.

Completely ruined the nice couple's dinner. What with brain splatter all over the food/