"We're on a quest", explained The Grunt,Three marines, and three Freaks were off on the hunt. "He walks through the woods,With his lantern of light,A most curious vision,A terrible sight." "The road it was blocked,The last time I was here.He came at us slowly, And then he was near!" "His hatchet fell,Through my trunk it descended,He missed his mark,Our heads were intended." "Backing up quickly as over I rolled,He fell to the groundAnd must surely be cold." "But he righted himself,so we left that foul place,And now I'm returning,To spit in his face." ~ So we swallowed a pill,And took several tokes,And set off to see,If it was all just a hoax. ~ The road it was dusty,The woods they were dark,At the end of the road,We slipped it in park. My gaze had turned upward,As I haltingly said,"The trees are all fuzzy,I think I see red". The trees they were dripping,It fell with a thud,As each drop slowly descended,They looked just like blood. Marines are the brave ones,Freaks just have fun,We looked at each other,And figured we're done. ~ The end of my story has now come about,The car flew down the road,As we tried to get out. ~ If ever you you wonder what's true and what's right,What's real, and what's nothing,What goes "bump" in the night. Remember my story and stay where you're at,There's more ways to die, Than skinning a cat.
I was going to write this as a story.....but I though I'd try some rhyme. The Grunt was always getting us into some kind of trouble, we started out looking for the statue with the moving eyes, but couldn't find it. Then we were going to go to Hitler's grave but it was too far or something. So we ended up in Stringtown. As I remember there were some melting dwarfs at the end of our quest, but that's another story.
