Poet Authority Poem Terminal

And set out for a riot.

He smashed in a shop window

Scooped up a couple of televisions,

And encouraged onlookers to join in.

They glared and tutted,

And eventually the police arrived.

To do some sit-ups.

Leaned back,

And fell asleep.

The fires and such.

Felt ever so bad about the whole thing.

He filled up a bucket with water.

Affixed postage,

And shipped it off to wherever it was needed.

Terry wondered how old he was.

And struggled to recall his age.

Which didn't improve his faith,

In the number being something he'd appreciate.

He refused to do any adventuring

Until the Nazis agreed to sing his theme tune.

Six months later he was voted out.

Of a stark white room.

Clutching his acoustic guitar.

Waiting for his hair to grow.

On the journey,

She sang a joyous song about toilet paper.

Later she arrived home.

With six shopping bags,

None containing toilet paper.

After spending a year learning French.

This was an anecdote he'd be able to tell for years.

He used his Christmas gifts as tinder.

He started to feel a bit dizzy,

And began to wonder about potential consequences from the plastics.

By preparing Christmas dinner in advance.

All that remained was reheating the McDonald's.

He had some elves remove the bells from his reindeer,

So he wouldn't have to listen to those damn things rattling away.

He pointed at the fish.

'Look at that fish'

He'd say

'It's a fish'

His date nodded.

'This is NOT good'

Said the main character.

As the city subtly explodes around him.

'I want a new nickname'

He said.

'I think "Biscuit Barrel" would be good.

Additionally, I think it would be appropriate

If I had a constant supply of biscuits,

To ensure the name is fitting.'

He practised doing cool rolls while holding his gun.

And shot himself with his gun.

And died by his gun.

Got in touch with his doctor,

Told him to take a year off.

When the press came the other firemen pointed at him.

Ingrid fondled it.

'I like your hair'

Said Ingrid.

Jeff panicked.

What if his hair fell out?

What if this panicking sped up the process?

To impress a nurse.

Who was currently tending to his ankles.