Swamp trogs from outer-space invaded my living place.
I was so mad because I didn't have my mace.
So I trembled and panted, as the crawled up the stair,
I ran all about, hands flapping in the air.
Then, like a miracle, on the horizon
Appeared 23,005 birds, beetles and bison.
Mad they were, their anger a'risin',
So they knocked those fools out, like Holyfield done Tyson.
A flock of birds here, pecking and clawing,
A horde of beetles there, dung rolling and drawing
blood from the Swamp Trogs, so stinky and green.
You'd think those bison were killing machines.
The battle raged on for two days and three nights,
I got kind of tired so I turned out the lights.
I woke up the next day to find myself chosen
As king of the Bird/Beetle/ Bison Army on this ground that was frozen.
Because the Swamp Trogs blood so vile out or in
turned out to be liquid nitrogen.
And it flowed o'er the earth like nothing else mattered,
so when I stepped of my step the whole world shattered.



Don't ask where that came from. I don't know. I think I'll call it "BATTLE OF THE BIRDBEETLEBISON ARMY VS. THE SWAMP TROGS FROM OUTER SPACE ENDING IN THE COMPLETE OBLITERATION OF THE EART AS WE KNOW IT AND MAYBE SOME CHOCOLATE SYRUP ON THE SIDE".
So what do you think? m'kay.


illuminoid
Kona Kona Fa Fona, Fee Fie Fa Bona KoooooooNaaaaaaaaaa. Yeaaaa!

Penned by my hand on the 10th of Lupar, in the year 270 AF.