06-09-2014, 05:12 PM
Thought this would be better in the fun section.
He jams his hungry fork from out the sky,
and offered lights amidst the primal dark,
With fishing snakelike jerks the patron bites,
Absorbing feathered signs that dared embark.
I say he’s laughing, playing darts.
He jams his hungry fork from out the sky,
To add some spice to careless moon-lit larks.
I think he burns his passion far too bright.
He drops us crocodilian tears tonight,
and someone somewhere cries to build an ark,
He jams his hungry fork from out the sky,
Perhaps the king has heard that last remark.
No matter, slash, we may just hit our mark.
We’ll take our formless foe before he smites.
Well I’ll be damned I hear another spark,
He jams his hungry fork from out the sky.
He jams his hungry fork from out the sky,
and offered lights amidst the primal dark,
With fishing snakelike jerks the patron bites,
Absorbing feathered signs that dared embark.
I say he’s laughing, playing darts.
He jams his hungry fork from out the sky,
To add some spice to careless moon-lit larks.
I think he burns his passion far too bright.
He drops us crocodilian tears tonight,
and someone somewhere cries to build an ark,
He jams his hungry fork from out the sky,
Perhaps the king has heard that last remark.
No matter, slash, we may just hit our mark.
We’ll take our formless foe before he smites.
Well I’ll be damned I hear another spark,
He jams his hungry fork from out the sky.