The guy with a gun

The guy with a gun

Decided not to run

Because it looked too much like a bun

This game he played was fun

Only because of the nun

Who was secretly his mum

And after it, his face was as bright as the sun

He was finally done

In the morning he claimed his head weighed a tonne

He also claimed he won

But really he is just the guy with a bun shaped gun.

Author's Note

This poem was writen by me and Craig, his sentences are in blue, mine in red :D just some random fun x

Reviews

[LoopyLoo]

Cool :-)

[BloodyRabbit]

lol xD you and craig have some wacky ideas :] love how his sentences are longer than yours... :] nice one :D