A Poem about Ninjas
I wrote a poem this morning, y'know, during that time when you're half awake and half stupid. Check this shit out:
Ninja Toshiro
By Jose Santiago
One time I knew a ninja,
you could say he was a nice guy.
He went by the name of Toshiro,
and liked to kill samurai.
One day me and Toshiro,
were sitting and drinking a beer,
when the 8 gates of hell opened up,
and he was all like "Have no fear!"
"Because I am the ninja Toshiro,
and I kick ass in a blink, "
so he did the voodoo ninja hand motions,
and with ease detached our sink.
He took the sink and karate chopped it,
and from that a fine sword was made,
it was the nine thousand year old sword of ruining shit,
and this was year one for the blade.
So Toshiro made some sushi,
and they tasted mighty fine,
not withstanding the extra ingredient which smelled "fuchi"
the demon's terpentine.
"I must leave, I must go, I must kill, I must show!"
"I'm a ninja, and really great!"
"I've got all the coolness of a rock star, and on a half pipe I like to skate!"
Because I've got 30 years of training,
via correspondance course,
I'm the badass ninja with the swaying
and I've got rims on my horse.
Ground effects too, but that's another story
with katana in hand this will get very gory,
I know what I must do, and need to finish the story;
Ninjas are badass and require narration,
we're sorry about the gloating,
please keep it tuned to this station.
Toshiro! Sha!
He really made a mess!
He made Satan choke on a rice ball,
and put Lucifer in a dress.
Bill Gates showed up too, but Toshiro let him be,
after all, he had just purchased a copy of Windows XP.
Toshiro saved the day, and kicked lots of ass,
we'd show you all the clips,
but he just moves so fast.
Just know this, and believe me when I say,
that ninjas kick some ass, and they do it in every way.
...Even if they're weaving a basket.
....It becomes a basket of awesomeness.
(This poem was a poem of awesomeness.)
Ninja Toshiro
By Jose Santiago
One time I knew a ninja,
you could say he was a nice guy.
He went by the name of Toshiro,
and liked to kill samurai.
One day me and Toshiro,
were sitting and drinking a beer,
when the 8 gates of hell opened up,
and he was all like "Have no fear!"
"Because I am the ninja Toshiro,
and I kick ass in a blink, "
so he did the voodoo ninja hand motions,
and with ease detached our sink.
He took the sink and karate chopped it,
and from that a fine sword was made,
it was the nine thousand year old sword of ruining shit,
and this was year one for the blade.
So Toshiro made some sushi,
and they tasted mighty fine,
not withstanding the extra ingredient which smelled "fuchi"
the demon's terpentine.
"I must leave, I must go, I must kill, I must show!"
"I'm a ninja, and really great!"
"I've got all the coolness of a rock star, and on a half pipe I like to skate!"
Because I've got 30 years of training,
via correspondance course,
I'm the badass ninja with the swaying
and I've got rims on my horse.
Ground effects too, but that's another story
with katana in hand this will get very gory,
I know what I must do, and need to finish the story;
Ninjas are badass and require narration,
we're sorry about the gloating,
please keep it tuned to this station.
Toshiro! Sha!
He really made a mess!
He made Satan choke on a rice ball,
and put Lucifer in a dress.
Bill Gates showed up too, but Toshiro let him be,
after all, he had just purchased a copy of Windows XP.
Toshiro saved the day, and kicked lots of ass,
we'd show you all the clips,
but he just moves so fast.
Just know this, and believe me when I say,
that ninjas kick some ass, and they do it in every way.
...Even if they're weaving a basket.
....It becomes a basket of awesomeness.
(This poem was a poem of awesomeness.)