The Battle of the Gingerbread People
Hello, my name is Carl Brickabraak,
Yes, the one you never knew,
I live in a very unusual shack,
My schnauzer is a strange shade of blue.
This battle began on a very dull day,
I didn't know what to do,
To every suggestion, my mind said, "Nay"
And I'd finished every single Winnie the Pooh.
Then the thought came to my mind,
It brought itself out from nowhere,
That I'd do some things of the baking kind,
And so, "I'll do some baking!" I did declare.
Something went wrong in the process,
Some mistake that I didn't see,
At some point my lack of alertness,
Made it all go down at a quarter to three.
I checked on the cookies,
And one lunged at my throat,
But to battle, I am no rookie,
So, I drowned him in a nearby root beer float.
But there were dozens of them,
All raring to fight,
I burned some with a fire gem,
My schnauzer helped with some bites.
I ran right out of MP,
Things were not looking good,
But I was not about to flee,
After all, this is my 'hood!
With some milk, I lashed out,
For everyone can deduce,
With cookies, using it's just the best route,
And works far better than any orange juice.
They just kept returning,
How were there so many?
And though many were now burning,
There were still at least twenty.
However, they all came together,
They formed the boss of this level,
He took away the nice sunny weather,
And summoned the rage of the Devil.
I said, "Not in my house!",
Then gave a great big yell,
With burning oil, I doused,
And sent him straight back to...uh...heck.
It's all over now, it's been a long time,
My schnauzer has long since turned yellow,
And though it is just made of slime,
I still faint at the sight of person-shaped Jell-O
Official Entry
FOR THE WIN!!!
