child hood fun

a poem about me playing when i was a little kid

A man of only 8 inches tall,
With the ability to fight one and all,
Sword in hand , shield and stone,
Breaking all with mighty fist of bone.

Dyed in crimson blood of foes,
And war torn to battle he goes!!!
Courage, bravery  don’t pick a fight.
He will send you home in a fright.

He knows not how to run,
For his will was endowed by the sun.
His skill swift and painless,
And behold!!!!


A 5 foot man of obese posture,
Screaming in manners to hard to ignore,
Like Godzilla he settles the score.