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Doughnuts of Death

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!

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sean-kassab
American
Published
Aug 26, 2012
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Hey, a Ninja has to have his priorities!

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