The Epic of Emma Kate Part I |
You wake up on your birthday Wondering what will come your way. Not knowing who is waiting there Back behind your recliner chair. They have come for you Muwa-ha-ha-ha! To take you away to their evil Mushaw A king who rules the Center Earth Deep beneath the narrow firth. Everyone goes when turned thirteen To try to kill the Mesh Machine None has ever defeated it yet One more chance, you are the bet. They carry you down into their dark hole And now you can see they resemble a troll Greenish skin and bumps underneath The Mushaw was worse; he had buck teeth. He gives you a day to slay the machine With only a needle and even more mean Without any armor or defense of a kind. But you would win, you've made up your mind. An hour later, after a long chase, You met the machine face to face. The noises it made was very peculiar. You wanted to run, the thing made you shiver. You glared your bestest glare at it Hoping the machine would take a hit. But still it dodged your smallish needle. You couldn't just squash it like a beetle! Finally you pierced it's heart Between where the metal and metal had part. It crashed to the ground with a loud thunk. With it's last words, it called you a punk. The troll looking things cried out in joy. Face reddening, you suddenly were coy. They said you could wish anything in the world. It popped in your head and your vision swirled. Suddenly, you're back in your bed. Nothing had happened, or so your mom said. Clutched in your hand the needle still gleamed With the machine's blood, it left a red sheen. Your friend's come, one by one. The party's started but its not done. Next year, the Mushaw has a surprise... Next year, the Great Sorcerer will rise! He he he he he.... |