Yet another poem. HOORAY! I'm so glad everyone likes my poetry! HERE IS CAKE! *gives reviewers cake and ICE CREAM!*
So, this poem is gonna be about cosmic clones. That's right, those rascally little copy-cats. I saw my friend trying to do a purple-coin comet, and he had to endure COSMIC CLONES! So, I decided to write about them.
Disclaimer: I don't own Super Mario Galaxy 2. Why own anything? WHY NOT SHARE! SHARE NINTENDO! SHARE YOUR GAME! PLAY FAIR!
Cosmic Clones
Copycats of the universe
What could be worse?
You copy me, you run around
Your voice is an atrocious sound
You copy every step I take
Every spin, jump, run and brake
You try to be exactly like me
But you can't, can't you see
You only are a clone
Not the real Mario alone
You stalk, you chase, you run, you swim
But you will never be like him
You hurt me every time we collide
You take from me my pride
For it is you I want to avoid
So much, it makes me look paranoid
Stars are so hard to get
I want to send you such a threat
That if you bother me again
You, and all of your friends will be slain!
I HATE COSMIC CLONES!
Yuppers, such evil little beings. Sorry if you like cosmic clones, I don't mean to be a jerk. OOH! SKYLAND MUSIC! *starts dancing.*
R&R! PEACE! *turns off the skyland music and puts slider music from Super Mario 64 on and dances to that.*