Thursday, July 15, 2010

Silly Gun Poem

I felt like playing. :)

EvylRobot started it:

Black and blocky
was the Glocky
that did slay
the Jabberwocky.


Followed by Jennifer:

Asked did he
upon demise
What could be
the caliber size.


Sarah* continued with:

Jabberwockies, so hard to slay,
will go down if they are shot
with a round starting with “four”
and bearing the name Gold Dot.


Even though I wasn't tagged, I felt moved to write the following:

The Jabberwock, not known for wit
is easy to be stalked.
You merely find a place to sit
and leave him to be Glocked.


He comes galumphing, trailing drool
and doesn't glance my way.
Oh, shit! No Vorpal-ammo, Fool!
He lives to die another day.


Anyone up for more verses? Anyone? Bueller? Bueller?




*Sarah can be found in my sidebar, under "Cranky Chicks with Guns", but blogger won't let me link in the body of the post.
Feel free to continue the epic!




Lissa, at "Looking for Lissa" in my blogroll (blogger just doesn't like wordpress links, Y'all!), composed the following in comments:

And as in uffish thought she stood,
The Goblin-wock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the front-door wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! NOT through-and-through
My lil' Siguette went snicker-snack!
The four nine-mil's quite turned its head
And put him on his back.


She's quite awesome, isn't she?

7 comments:

Evyl Robot Michael said...

Bwahahahaha! I love it!

Christina LMT said...

Yay! :D

Lissa said...

And as in uffish thought she stood,
The Goblin-wock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the front-door wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! NOT through-and-through
My lil' Siguette went snicker-snack!
The four nine-mil's quite turned its head
And put him on his back.

Callooh callay, y'all. :)

Christina LMT said...

Lissa, I love you! Totally awesome. :)
I'm updating right now...

Lissa said...

LOL, glad you approve!!

Bag Blog said...

What fun!

Christina LMT said...

Silly fun is sometimes the very best fun, Lou. :)