Scripper

If I was a scripper
How would I be?
Lonely as hell
And up in a tree.

I open my eyes
And what do I see?
Last night's aquaintance
Beating on me!

I got up in a flash
Just a wittle bit dizzy.
She swung with a left
And I felt a bit woozy!

I got back with a right
I caught her off guard.
She fell to the floor
Just a wittle bit hard!

She got up off the ground
Just in time for another.
I smacked her so hard
That it was felt by her mother.

She came right back at me
With one of them spins.
She hit me so rough
That I sprout out two chins!

We've gathered an audience
Now at our feet.
There betting on who
Will win this defeat!

I turn around at her
I start to turn pale.
She's coming right at me
with a board and a nail!

I swung around fast
I just had to find it.
There! on the ground
A pile full of shit!

I picked it up fast
And I threw it right at her.
She saw, and she ducked
So it landed on Weezer.

She whacked me with the board
And I woke up screaming.
Whew! It wasn't real
I was just dreaming!

~Delana Kay~