When I was a boy, about ten years old
I wanted to be a Ninja
A killer, stone cold
So I would go to my room
To practice my secret moves
Against imaginary opponents
Who were sure to lose
I would even dress all in black
For the really epic fights
Then throw my plastic Ninja stars
And quickly turn off the lights
I was a master of stealth
Ready to take on the world
Using my Ninja weapons
To save pretty girls
With wooden sword in hand
And steely guts…
I had to come back to reality
Because mom brought home doughnuts!
Aug 26, 2012
Aug 26, 2012 at 5:29 AM UTC
When I was a boy, about ten years old
I wanted to be a Ninja
A killer, stone cold
So I would go to my room
To practice my secret moves
Against imaginary opponents
Who were sure to lose
I would even dress all in black
For the really epic fights
Then throw my plastic Ninja stars
And quickly turn off the lights
I was a master of stealth
Ready to take on the world
Using my Ninja weapons
To save pretty girls
With wooden sword in hand
And steely guts…
I had to come back to reality
Because mom brought home doughnuts!
Hey, a Ninja has to have his priorities!
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