A Wall Breaker Poem
Run run as fast as you can
You may not be the sweet tasting gingerbread man
When you have a little hot thing in your bony little hands
It's a good size black ball with a fuse that waits for no one
Especially tiny little skeletons with old fashioned aviator hats
Those tiny but cute little skeletons who get more distracted than a magpie
Looking at shiny things to build their nests
Or you could be a couple of skeletons sitting are doing nothing whatsoever
The next best thing is to hide next to a building where you think it'll do a lot of damage
But before you know it it'll be to late and your bomb next to you will explode
And you'll die a painful but humorous death watch in horror as the fuse is no more
Your bones and head fly up high into the air the ground is the last thing you'll see
As your bones and head go off like fireworks and turn you to dust