Sergeant Weeble, stepped up
to the firing line
insuring every soldier
aimed, and took his time
The evil dinosaur rebellion
it just had to be put down
saving every good toy motionless
on the battleground
The Sergeant loudly exclaimed
"RELEASE THE DESTROYER!"
all is not, as it is claimed
Destroyer released, within the foyer
The fell Destroyer now freed
to deliver killing blows
the rank and file reminder
a laying low, of friend, and foe
It doesn't matter, if you take
all the toy guns away
a tennis ball destroyer
will always, win the day
Jan 13, 2017
Jan 13, 2017 at 12:51 PM UTC
Sergeant Weeble, stepped up
to the firing line
insuring every soldier
aimed, and took his time
The evil dinosaur rebellion
it just had to be put down
saving every good toy motionless
on the battleground
The Sergeant loudly exclaimed
"RELEASE THE DESTROYER!"
all is not, as it is claimed
Destroyer released, within the foyer
The fell Destroyer now freed
to deliver killing blows
the rank and file reminder
a laying low, of friend, and foe
It doesn't matter, if you take
all the toy guns away
a tennis ball destroyer
will always, win the day
I remember hours spent lining up my toys, and knocking em down time and time again. Who needs toy guns, when an imaginative weapon, requires only two fingers on my hand, with a hammer thumb? :D
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