An Earthbound Halloween Poem



by evilchao2



On Hallow eve's night,

in Eagle-land,

Ness cool, and Jeff bright,

went trick-or-treating in a band. (It's hard ryhming, okay!:P)



Pokey ate all of his candy quick,

it drove his mom real-ummm.. errr... batty.

She would be happy when he got sick,

and everyone made fun of the fatty. Because he's fat.



When Ness made a crack, 

about Pokey's fat,

he would give Ness a smack,

and try to squish him like a rat. But he would be beaten up.



Pokey was still hungry,

so he thought of a plan.

He would make sure he,

got all the candy from the young man. Err... men.



He took a sharp coal,

which he had gotten for christmas,

in their sacks he cut a hole,

while santa put him on the bad list. (What, it's really hard to think of something that ryhmes with christmas and makes sense!:P)



He stuck a long tube,

into their sack's hole.

to being evil, he is new,

he has the worst role. Well, actually, he's pretty good at being evil.



He stuck the tube in his sack,

taped it on tight,

threw it over his back-

uh-oh, the sky runner took flight. While he was connected.



Ness and Jeff were in it,

on their way to dalaam.

Out the door the tube would stick,

connected to the young fat man. Umm... his candy sack.



Pokey was flying,

high through the sky,

he thought he was dying,

and then Jeff used "spy". He can do that out of battle too, y'know.



He saw the fat boy,

flying like a kite,

Pokey was filled with joy,

he thought Ness would use his might. To save him.



But Ness got a bat,

swung it at the tube,

he whacked at Pokey's fat,

he fell, but I don't have proof. That ryhmes with tube, right?



Pokey did a free fall,

into twoson.

He landed smack in a wall,

and his candy, it did loosen. From the sack. And it came out.



He landed through the ceiling,

into a theatre.

everyone thought he would be keeling,

especially since he hit the he-a-ter. Smart ryhme, huh?



So Pokey learned a lesson,

from that day on.

He learned that Ness and,

Jeff were really strong. And the rest of the chosen four.



This is the end,

of my funfest entry.

To starmen.net I lend, (errr... give)

the only poem I'll probably do for the century. Well, actually, I'll probably enter more in future funfests, but it ryhmes. Not much else does. =)