Jun 07, 2005 19:58
Diary Entry Of Stephen Lenz
Oh how I wish I had great big hands
I could play the guitar and be in awsome bands
To pick things up with ease
To hold them up in the breeze
Oh I wish I had some as big as Shaq's hands
Steven Pickford
Talking to fast is always my game
Wearing short shorts is not lame
In my airclogs, I can run far
Once I ran into a parked car
But I could beat Jordan Baker in any Game
The Bicycle Ballad
I was riding my bicycle on a bright sunny day
When Mr. Lenz got in my way
I would have stopped, but the bike took control
The pedals went faster, I started to roll
Lenz saw me coming, his eyes opened wide,
Like a deer in the headlights with no place to hide
The bike was demonic, I shut my eyes tight
As we flew at each other in a moment of fright
Lenz flipped over backwards, and fell on his head
His feet flew up and he appeared to be dead
But this isn't a story of sadness and woe,
Lenz is a hero as everyone knows
He slowly got up because he was alive!
And shouted to the heavens; "I WILL SURVIVE!!!"
American Studies, learn a lesson today,
Always look out for a Lenz in your way!!!
(From the point of veiw of Emma Rainwater)
***This is the unedited version...
<3 Danatherine