High Quality Reception

12 Feb 2010

Pothetic
There was a boy on a bicycle
Riding as the storm came in
He pedaled harder and faster
But he knew the weather would win
so he stopped his bike
fast and with a skid
hepicked up a stick
as would any little kid
he pointed it high 
he pointed it proud
aimed it up at the sky
and yelled to the cloud
"IT IS I YOUR MASTER!!"
he screamed with a lisp
but in that exact moment
he was burnt to a crisp
It seems his stick,
while tried and true
was a T.V. antenna
and a lightning rod too
In this, there is a lesson
to be learned
never mess with mother nature
you will always get burned

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Myth, Legend

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