A GMC poem

 This is a poem portraying the bravery and strength of one gold masked creature. You could become this powerful if you worked hard at becoming a GMC!!!


by Me



You smell like an elf,

The old lady said to herself like a wizened old crab gone into rehab.

She peered at the creature with her small eyes

Which bounced in her head like a bear, sterilized

Chucking it in the trunk of her truck,

She sang “cluck, cluck” and drove to Spain, all the way in the rain.

On the way there she tried to murder the thing,

Started to sing as it was tied to a mast and she aimed a dart gun straight-forward, fast.

The creature was quick and dodged the arrow,

Fast as a finch, flight as a sparrow.

She got out of the cab,

Grabbed the thing in the trunk and started to be punk.

Oh, she gelled up her hair,

While the thing started to stare, so she grabbed its ear and gave it a hear…

“you hear me, you monster, you listen you skunk,

You think you know all but you’re just a fat monk,

And what do you do but stare at the wall? Why Nada, zero, nothing at all.”

They commenced to go away,

Far far away for the sky was all gray, and there was no pay.

Back in the back,

The thing had a snack of corn that was yellow and black,

Schemed up a plan,

And ate plenty of flan while it prepared for the end

Of the treachery, the pain, the scowling and the rain!

The time was right so it crawled out the hatch with a batch of cookies and into the night

Meanwhile the lady was taking a dump,

In the port-a-potty that sat all by itself…

At the edge of the woods…

When boom, zoom, clompity clomp,

A super-sized superman sprung out, fat from the cookies and strong from the sneers, he climbed up the honey pot, got in his hand a bottle of beers.

He smashed the beer and the glass broke the top, for miles around the fat elder

Was heard screaming out!

Her business was interrupted, her important date on the plate of which many have sat to this date.

So she was MAD!

Running back to the car she was attacked by a creature,

With many a strange feature, the thingy said YARR!!

Plunging the broken shards deep into her heart,

The day was saved, the lady no longer

An evil to ponder, why she was dead in the woods,

And many more goods returned to the earth, for a long way yonder.

THE END