Note: I do NOT hate Koda. I wrote this because it was stuck on my mind... ALL of these "torture methods" are credited to my brother, Clint. ::laughs::
This poem is EXTREMELY graphic. For those of the weak-stomached, TURN AWAY NOW!!
Still brave enough? Okay, here's the poem!
Koda's Nightmare
My nightmare, it was a bad one
All the horrible things done
To me, it was more than I could take
Tearing at my skin like it was a steak
They stabbed me, mutilated me
I couldn't even say a single plea
They tore out my heart, and let me bleed
Couldn't believe this horrid deed
First thing they did in a blur
Was cut off my soft fur
They worked with it on a boat
And, to wear, they make a warm coat
They sliced off my tongue, I wanted to gag
When one used it like a name-tag
I wanted to give them a few good kicks
When they starting using my ribs as chopsticks
Out came my large intestine and colon
I could see my bladder puffed up and rollin'
They attached them together and during the day
They would use it as a weapon of dung spray
My head was sliced off and cracked open
And out came my brain to do a little moppin'
As what they did made me want to lunge
They turned my brain into a sponge
That wasn't even half of it
My skull wasn't smashed to bits
But it was hallowed out and sold
As a little bowl
If I wasn't in the mood to gripe
Now I am, as for a bagpipe
They used my lungs and heart
I'll surely tear them apart
Now they've gone too far
As they sliced off both my private parts
Used my ding-dong as a salt-shaker
Soon they will meet their maker
As for my other one, I needn't explain
Not that I want to complain
But they turned my sack into a pouch
I'm turning into a grouch
They hacked of my eyes
And to my surprise
Playing marbles they used them for
Or sometimes even using them as fish lure
My poor tail was also hacked
The one thing my rear end couldn't lack
A necklace it was transformed into
Stop it, I'm warning you
Out my stomach came
What they did next was inhumane
They started using it like it was a pitcher
And sell it to get richer
They took out my entrails
And to make high sales
The entrails became skipping rope
Did they care of the extra food, nope
They cut off my back paws
It was so against the laws
To use them like slippers
They're better off smelling kippers
My front paw and arm
Now I shouldn't be so alarmed
After all the things they did
Turning them into a back-stratcher, horrid
They took my butt and like the others
They had a very good use for it for mothers
Turning it into a seat for their children
I hope they fall into a hot cauldron
Lastly, they took out my nerves, horrible
Using them like string in traps, deplorable
They trapped other bears and made them succumb
All the things they did to me, they did to them
That's when I woke up from the nightmare
I looked at everything with a hard glare
I was happy it was only a dream
I could almost feel a golden beam
Then suddenly I heard a shot
Arrow through my heart, it hurt a lot
As I looked, recognizing everything before my fall
I realized that my dream was real after all
PS: I will remove this poem IF enough people want me to. ^^;; And as I said, I don't hate Koda. Clint came up with ALL these methods, yep. I fell on the ground laughing at all of them. So funny! XD His most disturbing one yet, I did not put in here.....You know the part about the salt-shaker? Well, there are 3 other disturbing things he did with it... Baby bottle...pacifier.....and lollipop.....LOLLLLL!!
Well, see ya.
This poem is EXTREMELY graphic. For those of the weak-stomached, TURN AWAY NOW!!
Still brave enough? Okay, here's the poem!
Koda's Nightmare
My nightmare, it was a bad one
All the horrible things done
To me, it was more than I could take
Tearing at my skin like it was a steak
They stabbed me, mutilated me
I couldn't even say a single plea
They tore out my heart, and let me bleed
Couldn't believe this horrid deed
First thing they did in a blur
Was cut off my soft fur
They worked with it on a boat
And, to wear, they make a warm coat
They sliced off my tongue, I wanted to gag
When one used it like a name-tag
I wanted to give them a few good kicks
When they starting using my ribs as chopsticks
Out came my large intestine and colon
I could see my bladder puffed up and rollin'
They attached them together and during the day
They would use it as a weapon of dung spray
My head was sliced off and cracked open
And out came my brain to do a little moppin'
As what they did made me want to lunge
They turned my brain into a sponge
That wasn't even half of it
My skull wasn't smashed to bits
But it was hallowed out and sold
As a little bowl
If I wasn't in the mood to gripe
Now I am, as for a bagpipe
They used my lungs and heart
I'll surely tear them apart
Now they've gone too far
As they sliced off both my private parts
Used my ding-dong as a salt-shaker
Soon they will meet their maker
As for my other one, I needn't explain
Not that I want to complain
But they turned my sack into a pouch
I'm turning into a grouch
They hacked of my eyes
And to my surprise
Playing marbles they used them for
Or sometimes even using them as fish lure
My poor tail was also hacked
The one thing my rear end couldn't lack
A necklace it was transformed into
Stop it, I'm warning you
Out my stomach came
What they did next was inhumane
They started using it like it was a pitcher
And sell it to get richer
They took out my entrails
And to make high sales
The entrails became skipping rope
Did they care of the extra food, nope
They cut off my back paws
It was so against the laws
To use them like slippers
They're better off smelling kippers
My front paw and arm
Now I shouldn't be so alarmed
After all the things they did
Turning them into a back-stratcher, horrid
They took my butt and like the others
They had a very good use for it for mothers
Turning it into a seat for their children
I hope they fall into a hot cauldron
Lastly, they took out my nerves, horrible
Using them like string in traps, deplorable
They trapped other bears and made them succumb
All the things they did to me, they did to them
That's when I woke up from the nightmare
I looked at everything with a hard glare
I was happy it was only a dream
I could almost feel a golden beam
Then suddenly I heard a shot
Arrow through my heart, it hurt a lot
As I looked, recognizing everything before my fall
I realized that my dream was real after all
PS: I will remove this poem IF enough people want me to. ^^;; And as I said, I don't hate Koda. Clint came up with ALL these methods, yep. I fell on the ground laughing at all of them. So funny! XD His most disturbing one yet, I did not put in here.....You know the part about the salt-shaker? Well, there are 3 other disturbing things he did with it... Baby bottle...pacifier.....and lollipop.....LOLLLLL!!
Well, see ya.