Peach's Demise
While swimming through the lagoon
on a fancy shmancy night,
we heard a big "SHABOON!"
our hearts skipped a beat
as we shrieked like baboons.
it was not an octopus,
nor a racoon,
nor a nectarine,
but a loon.
The loon was very scary.
His eyes glowed like a meteorological balloon.
We watched as he opened his beak,
and out came a sinister tune/
He began swirling around us,
creating a water typhoon.
At that exact moment,
we wished we were in Picayune (Mississippi)
The loon looked unquestionably masculine,
especially with his bull tattoon.
"I'm going to make you into cheese falafels,
for i am the Big Loon" he boomed.
We cowered in scaredness,
but then we remembered our harpoons
that we always in our butt pockets.
They were always boon.
We pulled out our weapons,
and aimed at him contrabassoon.
His musical instrument shouted,
"Peach, oh Big Loon, help me before I turn into a prune!"
We erupted into fits of laughter,
for now we were immune,
to this dangerous creature,
known as "Peach, the Big Loon."
Peach's face turned a delightful cherry-bomb red
"I am as embarrassed as Daniel Boone.
because my name Peach does not match my obvious virility!"
Now we hatched from our cocoons
and killed Peach with a dozen plantains.
This song/poem really helped us deal with the stress of becoming superstars in the Netherlands.
PHOTO MONTAGE TIME!!!!
L-Nasty, V-Nasty, and R-Nasty reciting Peach's Demise. Those really sexual matching sweaters we have on say "Northwoods Musky Hunters". Don't rush all at once, boiz!
R-Nasty and one of our favorite cheerleaders in the background. He really supported us through all the problems we had accepting our oozing sexuality.
THE BEST TOWN IN THE WORLD, BOULDER JUNCTION!!!!! ON FRIDAY NIGHTS, YOU CAN GO TO THE DUMP AND WATCH THE BEARS!
Before we got creepy.
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