Goodbye Yoshi

by UncleRemus 5000 II

Don't you just hate Yoshi? Well I do, and so does Mario, and this poem talks about it. Rated R for language, even though it really isn't too bad. This is not your average poem.

Mario rode Yoshi day after day

Wondering if he would rather be gay

Than ride on a gay little dino from hell

If he'd just go away, it'd really be swell.

He's helped out a lot, eating many a thing

But when he runs away, it makes my butt sting

For I fall on a koopa that's covered in spikes

If he'd just go away, it'd really be nice

If you choose not to leave, I will not be too happy

I will walk out of the bathroom, my butt crack still crappy

For I choose not to wipe, and you choose not to leave

Hey, whaddya know? There's poop on my sleeve!

Yoshi oh Yoshi, my buddy and friend

I'm sorry to say that this is the end

Goodbye my dear Yoshi, you've been a good pal

Who will take your place? A hobo named Al.

Yoshi, you jerk, you're a stupid ol' fart

I should've wasted your ass when we played Mario Kart

Take a red shell, shove it up your green ass

For you're slow as hell, and I'm too damn fast

Yoshi my faithful, you were too good to be true

But times have changed, and I fucking hate you

You're my help, my, guide, all the wounds you could mend

But you crap on my carpet, and you're no longer my friend.