I was looking at the man,

I could tell he got a spray tan.

Looking through my telescope,

I could hear the chair croak.

He stole my striped socks,

They were soft but he had chicken pox.

He was reading a book,

I couldn’t help but look

Through my telescope.

The man look strange

Looking down the range

I got up and he saw me

I was gonna go pee

He picked up his cane

And looked through is scope

And shot…BANG!

I could feel the bullet in my leg

I fell down and bled

I could see my telescope

And he dragged me to his house

And ate my head like a cantaloupe.