Post by HHDeception on Jan 2, 2015 1:57:33 GMT -6
I've decided that I'm not going to keep groups of three words in a row after this point...just because I have to have a hard line somewhere or else I'll be incorporating sentences.
A bovine and his bride arrive
to turn the tide on those alive.
A fusion of bad medicine and love
summons forth a monster from above.
But a spirit of the Aleutian Islands
campaigns a surge of lucent highland
fury. With this, some cheery ducks
tap into the visual learning flux
and ditto a violent diagram
to jab the leviathan's diaphragm.
It makes a roar-like *shoop!*,
like a banana meeting a hoop
with power over nine thousand.
The pow now wows a mouse and
the cow. The sow of the cow wonders
how they plowed the bowel of blunders.
While their cozy charge was rosy,
all their gloom was large and nosy.
The beast's great bulge now falls
on those who made its summon call.
As their doom arrives, a panic
serves to coax them from their hammock.
Their escape is one uncanny,
whisked away by a Bowser Jr. tranny.
In English: Cows create a monster. Ducks kill it. Cows are saved by Wendy Koopa.
