So, ZoomBoy is in a drama class, and he had to write a spoken poem.
“Do you want to hear my poem mom?”
And he said it out loud, and I died, because it’s hysterical.
And I asked if I could share, and he said yes.
So today’s blog post is written by ZoomBoy–and I hope it makes you laugh too. (P.S.– points if you can name all his sci-fi references. Also, I told him that he should wish the guy used the bathroom AFTER the guy with storm trooper accuracy, but for some reason that was unwieldy.)
A Birthday Curse from a Galaxy Far Far Away…
On the birthday of the scum and villainy who called me a nerd,
I wish him an arrow in the knee after being arrested for unintentionally hitting a chicken.
I wish him the prequels without lightsabers, and to be the unlucky stormtrooper who has to break the news to Vader.
I wish him to be just a mediocre hufflepuff that has nothing to do with the boy who lived and his friends.
I wish him stormtrooper accuracy in the bathroom and to be roasted in three words by a tree. To have a fear of cubes and dented spheres. To have a job in the Enterprise as an engineer.
And finally, I wish him the honorable death of being killed by teddy bears with sticks.