| The Chemo Kid By Srah (kinda reminds me of Calamity Jane for some weird reason. This started off as a science sheet and srah changed the words that we had to fill in.) The chemo kid mounted his horse 'Old And Wrinkley.' He strapped his shooting friend to his side and headed out from the bright faded light. He was determined to rob the stage coach of its precious load of shoes. He took in a deep breath of air and coughed on the chewing gum from the nearby factories. It was really hot, the mercury was rising. He took a swig from his bourbon bottle and spat at the taste of toilet water. He rode north, his bones aching from achingbonearitis built up from years of riding the old trailed trail. Overhead he saw a popped balloon in the sky and knew that the stagecoach was approaching. It was guarding by an old sheriff with an artificial badge. "Stop!" the kid yelled "Or I'll fill you with food!" The sheriff went for his gun but was too slow. This kids gun blazed like flaming flames and their pants fell to the ground. Anyone who drew on the kid should have known his life wasnt worth a crayon. A pretty ugly blonde on the stagecoach screamed as the kid pulled out some compounded compounds to blow the strongbox. Suddenly a shout rang out "Hi Ho stinky!," and a masked man on a white horse raced across the sands of the sand. "There's a person!" he cried. The kid was captured and put behind cold chocolate bars. Don't let your life be a better copy of the kids. Learn to be a moron. |