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Author Name: Freerandy johnson 1 Comments
Date Added: October 26, 2012 13:10:45 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Type: Rhyming
Category: Horror Add To Favorites | Text Only
The death of Bigfoot
You'd better lock your doors and keep watch.
We're being attacked by the evil Sasquatch.
He can lift a car as easily as I can lift a can of beans.
It was truly the most horrible thing I've ever seen.
I saw him kill five people, he tore two of them apart.
I jumped in my car but it wouldn't start.
He was coming for me and I was finally able to start my car.
I put the pedal to the metal and I didn't stop until I'd driven far.
Most people laugh at me when I tell them this story.
But if they ever meet Bigfoot, it will be horrific and gory.
He is covered with fur and he stands over eight feet tall.
Keep your doors locked because this creature is a danger to us all.
I just heard on the news that Bigfoot was finally caught.
He tried to escape but a cop killed him when he fired a shot.
That cop used a twenty gauge shotgun to blow off Bigfoot's head.
Bigfoot's reign of terror is over, thank God that he is dead.
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Comment By: Freee. Gene Myers on October 27, 2012 08:23:39 AM Report
Shame on you writing such a prejudiced poem. He's really a softy when you get to know him. Once when I was camping in Oregon he came by my campfire because he was cold. We sat and talked, telling jokes and just seeing which of us could tell the tallest tale ( I won by the way). The only problem he presented was that he hogged the heat. It had too far to go to get around him to get to me. He doesn't like being called, "Bigfoot," either. 15  1/2 is not big in the Sasquatch world. You'd better quit saying that or you may find you boot laces tied together when you wake up in the morning the next time he visits you when you go camping.
You'd better write a poem of apology, or my advice would be .... don't got to sleep when you camp. He does get even.

Believe me, he DOES get even.



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