The Heckanator

A poem inspired by whom I'd like to call my greatest friend.

Hey look! It's The Heckanator!

The Grand Bandmaster!

Amazing at everything and all,

A status that will never fall!

 

She's The Heckanator!

The Grand Trumpeter for these lands!

She's the Heckanator!

Enchantress for the boundless wastelands!

 

Over there! She's The Heckanator!

Worlds Greatest Globetrotter!

The Orginal Gangster!

She blows my mind!

Filling my rhymes with random a*s fodder!

 

She's The Heckanator!

The Grand Trumpeter for these lands!

She's the Heckanator!

Enchantress for the boundless wastelands!

Author's Note

Been a long ass time! Better get to work huh?

Reviews

[Celtic Cat]

hehe....I like it. I imagined someone who runs around saying heck instead of hell when I read the title....but here she is....quite the super power! Thank god, just in time. We need someone to enchant this wasteland. Now my only question is....where will she go next? What will she do? I want more. Why the heck not? : ) Welcome back, Trashed.

[John Stussy]

this is a good way to reinitiate yourself into the world of poetry, i would say! the Heckanator is all-powerful, better not stand in her way.