ZoomBoy Wrote Today's Post
So, ZoomBoy is in a drama class, and he had to write a spoken poem.
"Do you want to hear my poem mom?"
"Sure!"
And he said it out loud, and I died, because it's hysterical.
And I asked if I could share, and he said yes.
So today's blog post is written by ZoomBoy--and I hope it makes you laugh too. (P.S.-- points if you can name all his sci-fi references. Also, I told him that he should wish the guy used the bathroom AFTER the guy with storm trooper accuracy, but for some reason that was unwieldy.)
A Birthday Curse from a Galaxy Far Far Away...
On the birthday of the scum and villainy who called me a nerd, I wish him an arrow in the knee after being arrested for unintentionally hitting a chicken. I wish him the prequels without lightsabers, and to be the unlucky stormtrooper who has to break the news to Vader. I wish him to be just a mediocre hufflepuff that has nothing to do with the boy who lived and his friends. I wish him stormtrooper accuracy in the bathroom and to be roasted in three words by a tree. To have a fear of cubes and dented spheres. To have a job in the Enterprise as an engineer. And finally, I wish him the honorable death of being killed by teddy bears with sticks.
"Do you want to hear my poem mom?"
"Sure!"
And he said it out loud, and I died, because it's hysterical.
And I asked if I could share, and he said yes.
So today's blog post is written by ZoomBoy--and I hope it makes you laugh too. (P.S.-- points if you can name all his sci-fi references. Also, I told him that he should wish the guy used the bathroom AFTER the guy with storm trooper accuracy, but for some reason that was unwieldy.)
A Birthday Curse from a Galaxy Far Far Away...
On the birthday of the scum and villainy who called me a nerd, I wish him an arrow in the knee after being arrested for unintentionally hitting a chicken. I wish him the prequels without lightsabers, and to be the unlucky stormtrooper who has to break the news to Vader. I wish him to be just a mediocre hufflepuff that has nothing to do with the boy who lived and his friends. I wish him stormtrooper accuracy in the bathroom and to be roasted in three words by a tree. To have a fear of cubes and dented spheres. To have a job in the Enterprise as an engineer. And finally, I wish him the honorable death of being killed by teddy bears with sticks.
Published on April 12, 2018 22:41
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