Post by The Dracolyte on Dec 17, 2007 18:09:44 GMT -5
Heres a little poem I like to call...
Sweet Sam Johnson VS The Scarab!
Sweet Sam Johnson was talking on the phone
when he suddenly sighted a swarm of drones
They flew down and hit a man hard
And then they decimated a helpless bard!
So he got in his warthog and started to drive away
when he heard someone behind him say
LOOK A SCARAB, EVERYBODY RUN!!!
But Sweet Sam Johnson, he wouold not run
Instead he just pulled out his fuel rod gun
took his warthog and turned around
drove up on a big dirt mound
from which he started to fire at a insane rate
for these scarabs he had learned to hate
because the damage that they would do
they'd destroy entire towns through and through
so he fired his fuel rod gun at their joints
until then finally came the point
at which it's legs powered down
and as it lowered to the ground
Johnson pulled out his magnum and ran up it's base
the fisrt brute got a shot right in the face
two more brutes he did gun down
until finally the power core he found
he then unleashed a full attack
firing the fuel rod gun that was on his back
just then the scarabs alarm sounded
then everyone who watched was confounded
to see just one man running away
as the scarab blew up on that very day
Sweet Sam Johnson is a hero this time!
But will he be a hero in my next rhyme?
Sweet Sam Johnson VS The Scarab!
Sweet Sam Johnson was talking on the phone
when he suddenly sighted a swarm of drones
They flew down and hit a man hard
And then they decimated a helpless bard!
So he got in his warthog and started to drive away
when he heard someone behind him say
LOOK A SCARAB, EVERYBODY RUN!!!
But Sweet Sam Johnson, he wouold not run
Instead he just pulled out his fuel rod gun
took his warthog and turned around
drove up on a big dirt mound
from which he started to fire at a insane rate
for these scarabs he had learned to hate
because the damage that they would do
they'd destroy entire towns through and through
so he fired his fuel rod gun at their joints
until then finally came the point
at which it's legs powered down
and as it lowered to the ground
Johnson pulled out his magnum and ran up it's base
the fisrt brute got a shot right in the face
two more brutes he did gun down
until finally the power core he found
he then unleashed a full attack
firing the fuel rod gun that was on his back
just then the scarabs alarm sounded
then everyone who watched was confounded
to see just one man running away
as the scarab blew up on that very day
Sweet Sam Johnson is a hero this time!
But will he be a hero in my next rhyme?
