Twas the time after school.

(Read like the Night before Christmas,)

T'was the day after school, at last, I was free,

But there was something to do that bothered me.

I sat and I thought, but this was in vain,

I thought about soccer, But no, there was rain.

Could it be a MOH* game I was ment to play?

But alas, that was yesterday.

I racked my brain, but there was just fog,

Until it hit me! I had to blog.

I had not posted for a week and a half,

And it was for my fans, (they had lots of wrath.)

As I sat down, ready to rock,

A horrid thing happend. Writers block.

Nothing came. No thought or desire.

Should it be a book, judo, or maybe wire?

I thought and I thought, then it came, POOF!

A poem, a good one, I shall spoof.

I typed like crazy, my fingers raw,

And when I was done, I stared in awe.

It was a beautiful thing, long and true,

But there was a line I could not do.

The line I had written so greatly before,

I shall tell you, no less, no more.

'This is the end! I must get my shoe,'

See what I mean? Don't know what to do.

I pondered and pondered and pondered some more,

It seemed like years! Decades! Centuries before,

I thought of an ending, at last, once more.

'This is the end! I must get my shoe,'

'So I bid farewell, this poem for YOU!'



T

* MOH Is a abbreviation of Medal of Honor.

The picture is me trying to get Jonny into a hold down :)

Oh, and I made this up.