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Yo-Yo In Matchbox Land (Poem)  by mjm942

Strings be danglin'

Red Jawn be swangelin'

Zone Freak Creeper

Totes the big street sweepa 

My Duncan Yo Yo be swangin

People be sweating my steez

None can beleive,

My Red Yo Yo swingin

Chopping through the leaves

 

I could navigate through a forest

Float on dangerous seas

Just give me a Yo Yo

And send me A Bunk bed

equipped with a friend

 

We can be Bunk buddies and play with our Yo Yo's

We can look at each other and make Cat faces

 

But after too long of a while you should leave me alone

With

    MY

        Yo Yo

I can do the cats cradle and ROCK DA BOAT

I can strangle your brother

Yo Yo around his throat

Cause of Death

Was a cool Yo Yo trick

But nobody was angry

Cause my Skills be so slick.

 

My yo yo fans

Fold Yo Yo hands

And pray

For the day

That their Yo Yo's stay

Sleeping

Cause that's a trick two

Time delay master

I belong to a Kazoo

 

Only something so funky

Could house me and raise me

I dance in mysterious dirty ways

I was born on a deadly day

 

So tie your Yo yo in knots

And stay out of my way 

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Date created: March 17, 2009
Date published: March 17, 2009
Comments: 0
Tags: poetry
Word Count: 277
Times Read: 153
Story Length: 1