Winnie the Pooh runs
through one hundred
naked Barbie wood.
Stumbling over blonde-haired,
glazed eyed,
anatomically incorrect trunks,
running from the enemy.
GI Joe rounds the corner,
gunning for pooh,
gunning for glory,
running on pudding
and juice
and hate.
Pirate ships swoop in
following General Rubber E. Ducky
on Hot Wheels.
Coming to Pooh’s aid,
too late.
General Flop Ear,
sniper for the Joes
sights down Lego towers.
Takes pooh down.
Dozens of mouthed
RAT-A-TAT-TATS
fill the Saturday morning air.
Pooh’s eaten his last jar of honey.
The Joes are victorious,
and now it’s time for a snack.
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