My Poem

The following is a poem written by Garrett Urmston, who is almost at a shakespearean level of poetry; By Garrett Urmston
The Tale of Scott

A man once lived in Spain.
I am about to tell you his name.
His name happened to be Scott.
He moved away,
And then they say,
He smoked a whole bunch of pot.

The next morning he knew he was wrong.
So he became a professional player of ping-pong.
To teach every single kid
To nut use drugs,
To not put their fingers in sockets for plugs,
For that was the wrong that he did.

He then went to China, and entered a tournament of Champs.
When it got dark they lit some lamps,
Suddenly, all the lights went out
And everyone, as loud as they could, screamed.
But all the players, together, teamed,
To make everyone not pout.

They entered a cabin through its door,
Even though it looked very, very, poor,
And they found matches and took them.
Then the sky turned overcast,
So the players took off fast,
But one of them tripped on a stem.

“You go ahead I’ll get him,” Scott said,
Then he went to find the man, Ted.
Scott ran like a ferret,
He found Ted, the man
But Scott, into another man, ran
Whose name happened to be Garrett

Scott said, “Hello, how are you?”
Garrett said “I feel like poo.”
Then Ted said “Hey, help me!”
So the two men picked Ted up with the fireman’s carry.
No one was marry,
No one was filled with glee.

Then they got back, including Scott, the hero,
He was no longer a zero,
And with this fact Scott gleamed.
He saved Ted
Who went to bed,
And Scott finally felt esteemed.

I know its awesome.