05-21-2019, 02:40 PM
It’s Me, It’s me the Big Time Double T!
Welcome to Terror’s Poetry Corner!!
Our scene opens to Terror sitting in a comfy chair, wrapped in a smoking jacket and puffing on a pipe. On the table beside him are multiple cans of beer, and a picture of Goddard. Terror is staring intently at a book when he notices the camera.
Terror: Well Hello folks. Welcome to Terror’s Poetry Corner. It should be known that I do this for the fans, and not my opponent Goddard, as I know Hillbillies can’t read, and would rather spend time kissing their cousins. In saying that, I felt after my loss to that greasy monkey a few weeks back, I’d slow things down a bit, with a poetry reading. I have written the best verses ever, and all to show my appreciation for Goddard. So without further ado……
An Ode to Goddard
Your career started in Bingo halls
Where you were really the second attraction
They you moved to shopping Malls
Were you got even less of a reaction
You lived in solitary, off the grid
Alone, not to be found
Whether it was Albuquerque or Madrid
You never had the skill to amaze or astound
Up next you face me in the ring
And to win you may have to cheat
But when that bell goes ding, ding, ding
You’ll suffer the agony of defeat
But that won’t really matter
You are used to being second rate
Your life was already in tatters
It just needed me to seal your fate
Terror: Goddard, you are old, washed up, and in bad need of a shave dude.
The scene fades as we see Terror laughing hysterically.