Thursday, February 10, 2011

Acrostic poem

People came over
Rounded up our boos
Oh no the popo are
Here run
Into the harbor
Because the popo are near
I was never here
Tonight we go out to fight
Into the town center we go
Onward we cry on our way
Nobody's their except the popo

Rolling down the street
Out searching for giggle water
Although we cant find the hootch
Repealling down the brewery
Into the dark on the night
No progress made
Grouping up together

Team work is the way
We jump the fence
Enclosed by the cops
Never we thought we could break
Through the popo to get our boos
In the brewery we went
Enclosed by a lock
Sucker punched the guard we did. We finally got out boos

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