Rite lol this is my ferst try at doing a poem so please don't judge too harsh...thx.
Master Chief get in warthog
And drove over log
And ran over some covies
To earn himself some moneys
For the buy new suit
Master Chief go over hill
The evil grunts he want to kill
Is going underneath his bill
He beateds them with gun
Until they are dead!
Rite now Chief make eat lead
And also he dosent eat lead
Because taste bad the lead
He don't like
Banshee fly to Chief
Chief dodge try to speak
But no the warthog is too weak
It go bang like bang for buck
Master Chief has the bad luck
Banshee blow up Covies fly out
One of them has a pretty big snout
They is all fight but Master Chief win
He is happy that he was win
Master Chief go back to Earth
His warthog has a lot of girth
He uses it for all its worth
And gets back safe to Earth.