This is a poem about the time I saved our school from the evil flying monkeys.
One fateful day in late July
A pack of flying monkeys came by way of the bright blue sky.
With destruction on their mind and hate in their eye,
They swooped onto CHS to just stop by.
Little did they know that I lay awaiting,
To give them a long overdue berating.
As swarmed by the hundreds to destroy our schoo,
I raised my 12 gauge and my shot was true.
I quickly expended all of my shells,
As they withdrew into the skies with angry yells.
Again they attacked in quite a hurry,
with no time to reload I used my fists of furry.
They bit and clawed at my skin,
as I repeatedly clocked them in their chin.
As wave upon wave attacked hour after hour,
My attitude grew all the more sour.
When my strength slowly began to stray,
I opened my Gatorade and quickly put it away.
Now that I was completely replenished,
It was time for these evil monkeys to be diminished.
Their limp lifeless bodies piled higher and higher,
The fight in their eyes began to retire.
Finally the evil flying monkey leader,
Said "we must flee from this vicious life reaper".
