There once was a raccoon called rocket
One of his teeth is in Peter's pocket
He tried not to cry
As his body died
And his blood exited with no way to stop it
There once was a boy named Peter
He was described a zoophiliac queer
He murdered little Rocket
Then put his tooth in his pocket
To act as a morbid souvenir
And Gamora's now in distress
She has found herself under duress
Peter called her a whore
Then he shut the door
Then smeared Rocket's blood on her dress
He said that Gamora confused Rocket
He removed him from the ship labeled 'Pocket'
Now Rocket has died
And Gamora's alive
A greater tragedy will never top it
Actually that's a lie
Only two people died
Unlike what you would find
If you looked up the word 'Genocide'
Then Gamora stared at Rocket and Peter's remains
And the trauma was enough to make her insane
She never saw Rocket's face when he died
But she did see Peter commit suicide
Red liquid needs to be washed away from her eyes
She removes the blood with tears as she cries