Punch #2
- by Fawriel

Pummeled almost doubly dead,
The weasel soars towards the abyss;
Silence follows except for his head,
Within which broods a thought of his:

"Seriously, who's he calling a lemming?"

Apart from flipped color schemes,
And contrary to the weasel's esprit (Life is teh rawk!)
One has to resort to internet memes:
They're obviously emo.

Where did this cliff suddenly come from anyway
Why do 176% of damage show no sign of decay
I don't feel lighter but I fly like hay -
Fawriel notes to his dismay -
And a 176% combo, that's totally gay
That's so uber, what the (Derby neighs) -

These musings, and many more,
While walking up a vertical floor,
Come to Faw,
Who forgot about a nature's law.


He-who-is-not in bravado gloateth,
The adience ( also absent ) cheereth,
When he suddenly perceiveth
The green one next to him:

"Seriously man, what's up with that?"

In shock and terror, the zero jumps,
Ascending, skywards, in a cartoonly fashion,
I don't know why, ask Hanna-Barbara.

Seriously, what's up with that.