"it was a dark and stormy night", the old frog breeder said.
he fed them crickets not the bat and ball kind as others once had said.
(said and said wow yr the poet laureate)
in a gilded cage of crytal meth the lobster trapper sat,
he twiddled his thumbs on a timpany drum and wondered where he was at.
while all the while on a wild plane flew an axis of evil pike
the contingency plan was to scam the land and rich and poor alike.
but evil plans by evil hands cannot unto evil depend,
for even evil, the root from all evil stems, was not made by evil men.
"for better or worse" the cook did say as it sizzled in the pan,
the frogs legs sizzled and lobster frizzled, turned by the evil man.
if wicked things do, the wicked done did, and wally the shipwright crowed,
he drilled a whole in his head to slow the drainage of frozen dread.
and all the while, while the vile drowned in bile, the contents of the tummy did sway,
and unto the floor like a golden roar, the naked vomit did splay.
did evil then rule, as the goat herders drooled in a river of bitter dismay,
as the goat did swim and the herders twin ate a horned toad that day.
but oh what a fright at the astonishing sight may i die before i do wake
for the splinter in my eye is as big as the sky, and much heavier than i can take.
for it would be sure, that the wallowing sores that fester inside of my head,
the infection will spread from their home in my head to the shores of the great creamy bay.
and OH THAT I MIGHT make it mine tonight, the pleasure, the rapture, the bliss...
for that which i might, be delivered from fright to the arms,
of the toad,
to kiss.

the end.
Imotep Reviewed by Imotep on . <..>STONED STORIES<..> hey whats up all...well if ur stoned and u wanna make up some story that sounds cool in ur head lol put it on here i love reading them...im off to smoke two bowls then i'll post a story :D Rating: 5