Saturday, November 22, 2008

Transform and roll out


Bumblebee buzzes down from space and Cybertron...
Which metallic flowered petal will it land upon?
What be the Primus number? ...
When all landed to Earth was heard what thunder?
Where be that Cube all spark all do want? ...
Bombs of jets is dropped and human life be hurt we all do got.
Mechanized battles do forefront to all...
No time for a soldier's booty call.
Science Fiction is of the most enjoyable of essance...
Even for us all merely meek like peasants.
Special effects are movies' best...
As we eyeingly sample and appreciatively taste and test.
Transformations happen alot...
From a car into an autobot.

5 Comments:

  1. mArOoNrOsE said...
    this is the first comment dho hehe. nice poem. luv u always
    Optimus said...
    i love u tooo
    magatron said...
    you also doing fine
    keep it up ok.




    = MAGATRON =
    swyt butterfly said...
    wat u mean by autobot?
    Optimus said...
    The Autobot are, a faction of sentient robots from the planet Cybertron

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