My Why, Fly Sky, Pie Try to Make Tracey Die Poem

by Hypermon

One of the magical aspects of writing stories is that you can kill your characters again and again and again and again....while in real life people can only die once.

I don't own pokemon. Simple as that.

MY WHY, FLY, SKY, PIE, TRY TO MAKE TRACEY DIE POEM

I just want to say something before my poem: My newest cousin was just born today February 23rd. Her name is Evelin. She is a girl. I'm...I'm so happy...WAA!!! Ok, on with my poem now.....

I am Hypermon and I will now make Tracey die,

He sucks beyond belief, I need not explain why.

To kill Tracye Sketchit, I will first try,

To throw him to a bunch of cannibals, all named Ry--an(ignore an)

Tracey now starts to pout and cry,

Which makes the cannibals want themselves to die.

The cannibals all commit violent suici--de(ignore de)

Tracey escapes into the forest, where he meets up with a talking butterfly.

The butterfly also wants Tracey to die,

so it takes out a thorn and stabs Tracey in the eye.

Tracey AGAIN starts to cry

because no on likes him, not even a butterfly.

When he's done crying, he screams to God, "WHY!!!"

God quickly answers with a deadly "Good-bye"

Then a mighty lightning bolt shoots out of the sky,

Right before Tracey dies, he sings "koom-baya ma lord, kooooom-bayaaaaaa"

Then Tracey's body gets zapped into such tiny pieces, they cannot be seen by the human eye.

Everyone in the world is happy, especially, I.

We celebrate Tracey's death by eating a giant pie

the end

review, or die with Tracey.