Ax's Poem/ Prolouge he wrote for english class today. hope you enjoy all of impact will!
We went to the LAN center,
But for some reason just could not enter.
We wanted to break the door
So we turned to Don who has the muscles we all adore.
Trying to act cool, he walked up and grabbed the handle
And gave it not a push but a pull!
I was first to walk in,
Holding my stomach trying to look thin.
I’m also half Filipino and pretty tan,
I was born here so don’t worry man.
And yes I can speak English fine,
But just hurry up and read the sign.
We’re here to play video games.
I don’t know about you, but I’m not here for “Through the Fire and Flames”.
Forget Guitar Hero, I’m here to play Brawl!
I’ll be here till nightfall.
Tanner was next,
Followed by some screaming, oh, because he got a text.
Walking all cool, always has his hoodie on.
That’s ok I can still beat him, but of course I’ll hear a john.
Tanner is tall and white,
Surprisingly he can put up a pretty good fight.
He wakes up early in the morning to straighten his hair,
That’s because if he doesn’t he’ll look like a nightmare.
But enough of his hairdo,
Right now he is the second best in our Brawl crew.
Next was Tommy G,
Full of perverted jokes that are so funny.
Tom is pretty laid back,
But don’t be surprised the way he will react
When I own him without a single scratch
I will then be forced to do a rematch.
He isn’t a sore loser or a wimp
He is actually kind of jacked and sometimes acts like a pimp.
All in all, Tom’s real cool,
It was awesome when I found out he was in my homeroom in school!
Finally Don came,
Right now he is the best at the game.
Don is just full of muscle,
His arms feel like metal.
We always try to make him flex,
But he doesn’t or he will rip his shirt because of his massive pecks!
Don just loves to eat chocolate,
Brownies are one of his favorite.
He always goes to Surf Taco,
And eats a whole thing of the nacho.
So we are all playing Brawl and just hanging out,
Being too lazy and go workout.
We could play all night and day,
There’s not much more to say.
And the way I’ll conclude this poem,
Is by calling shotgun on the way home.