Re: lessons
Alright class, now for one of the kings random poems
ode to Halo 2.
Halo, Halo were art thou Halo
I can't find thee,
Make me want to shoot Jlo.
Halo I found thee, all you vs me.
Look back, a grunt,
sorry little guy,but tis you I will punt,
Behind thee, an Elite
Holy hell look at the size of his feet.
An elite in White
Is a terrorfieing site,
Especaly when the elite is wet,
Ahh run to my jet
One wet white elite just beat army,
Wait one moment the left without me