………The admirable admiral road in on a camel and totally out of ammo, they said he was like Rambo, but his brain was scrambled, I took a gamble and asked if he needed any ammo; he said boy they call me Rambo not Sambo, of course I need ammo, and guns, but none that will jam though. He leaned down from his camel, and grabbed me by my Afro, he whispered boy you lucky I ain’t got my lasso, for putting me through this hassle. I snatched my head away, commenced to slapping his beard away, didn’t stop til I saw gray, at the end of the day, still gave him his props, even though I had to buss him in his chops, luckily I saw gray or I would not have stop, bad for him cause we far from any cops; gave him a hanky so he could wipe away the snot, he went to shake my hand, I told him he missed a spot.
- Author: EvenwheniLie (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: July 24th, 2023 01:56
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Comments2
'but none that will jam though.'
now that's flow!
so much fun as well, thank you!
Thanks
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