My uncle Jeff was rather odd
He tried to eat my watch
My little brother ran to him an
Kicked him in the crotch.

Immediately Jeff staggered back
Screaming loudly in pain
He staggered his way to the door and
Out into the rain.

Upon his exit he slipped in
A puddle full of mud
When he got up he realized
The rain was causing a flood.

He ran inside and the he tried to
Save us from nature's rage
But the Canadians arrived and
Shot us with a 12-gauge.

This story has a moral
As all stories do
Don't kick your uncle in the nuts or the
Canadians will kill you.



I have NO idea how I came up with that one.

Ha!

I'm guessing you got a "C."

I would have made the last stanza flow better by adding some bulk sylables.



how I would have worded it:



but that's just me. It's your poem. Good effort!

well the only part i dont really understand is where the canadians would get a gun, but all the same its pretty funny and random, good job! ^.^
i thought the metre flowed fine as long as you read it right which is true for most poems anyway >.>

I TAKE IT OFFENZIVELY~0!~1`1`1`

*TAKES A 12- gauge shotgun to yourface*

...er..i mean...good stuff.

Why can't I have a gun