My Poseable Master Chief Action Figure Whose Gun I Lost
Published Friday, December 14, 2007 by T-Man | E-mail this post
Ahem. I have prepared a poem as a tribute to the Halo series. It is called My Poseable Master Chief Action Figure Whose Gun I Lost:
As I type this post
Right beside me
Sits an action figure
Named Master Chief,
But I call him
My Poseable Master Chief Action Figure Whose Gun I Lost.
An M-rating given to his game
Most of what I know is his name,
His friend (Cortana),
His gunning down of Covenant and Fludd,
His destroying of Halos,
And, most, importantly, his face.
The face of
My Poseable Master Chief Action Figure Whose Gun I Lost.
Well, no…I’ve never seen that,
But I still know a lot for one unable to play Halo.
It was Christmas, 2006
When I was 10.
I tore open the shiny paper
And right then
I gasped at what I saw:
My Poseable Master Chief Action Figure Whose Gun I Lost.
His gun wasn’t lost at first,
But it was only a matter of time
So small, that gun
Disappeared beneath the waves of sorrow.
But he still loved me:
My Poseable Master Chief Action Figure Whose Gun I Lost.
Let me take a second
To stroke its suit
It’s like Samus’s, but green.
It’s like Samus’s, but manly.
It’s like Samus’s…but a boy’s inside it, not a girl.
The suit of
My Poseable Master Chief Action Figure Whose Gun I Lost.
I twist his arm
It pretends to feel pain
I twist his leg
It screams
It wants to be more human
So a fairy will come
And turn him into a real Spartan soldier
That’s because
He’s My Poseable Master Chief Action Figure Whose Gun I Lost.
I sleep with him at night
I pet him in the morning
We play some Metroid Prime Hunters multiplayer,
Because I’m not allowed to play HIS game,
The game of
My Poseable Master Chief Action Figure Whose Gun I Lost.
Right now, he looks up at me
His helmet’s front glistening with the light’s reflection
He says, “Stop writing and leave me alone,”
But I know that when he says that,
He means, “I love you.”
And thus, I am about to hug him,
My Poseable Master Chief Action Figure Whose Gun I Lost,
As hard as I can.
He pretends to beg me not to,
But I know that he just wants me
To do it harder.
So, bye
Cause we need a moment alone…
(CRUNCH!)
OH NO, I BROKE HIM!!!! (Bawls)
Like my site? Let me know! E-mail me at tmansgames at gmail.com!
As I type this post
Right beside me
Sits an action figure
Named Master Chief,
But I call him
My Poseable Master Chief Action Figure Whose Gun I Lost.
An M-rating given to his game
Most of what I know is his name,
His friend (Cortana),
His gunning down of Covenant and Fludd,
His destroying of Halos,
And, most, importantly, his face.
The face of
My Poseable Master Chief Action Figure Whose Gun I Lost.
Well, no…I’ve never seen that,
But I still know a lot for one unable to play Halo.
It was Christmas, 2006
When I was 10.
I tore open the shiny paper
And right then
I gasped at what I saw:
My Poseable Master Chief Action Figure Whose Gun I Lost.
His gun wasn’t lost at first,
But it was only a matter of time
So small, that gun
Disappeared beneath the waves of sorrow.
But he still loved me:
My Poseable Master Chief Action Figure Whose Gun I Lost.
Let me take a second
To stroke its suit
It’s like Samus’s, but green.
It’s like Samus’s, but manly.
It’s like Samus’s…but a boy’s inside it, not a girl.
The suit of
My Poseable Master Chief Action Figure Whose Gun I Lost.
I twist his arm
It pretends to feel pain
I twist his leg
It screams
It wants to be more human
So a fairy will come
And turn him into a real Spartan soldier
That’s because
He’s My Poseable Master Chief Action Figure Whose Gun I Lost.
I sleep with him at night
I pet him in the morning
We play some Metroid Prime Hunters multiplayer,
Because I’m not allowed to play HIS game,
The game of
My Poseable Master Chief Action Figure Whose Gun I Lost.
Right now, he looks up at me
His helmet’s front glistening with the light’s reflection
He says, “Stop writing and leave me alone,”
But I know that when he says that,
He means, “I love you.”
And thus, I am about to hug him,
My Poseable Master Chief Action Figure Whose Gun I Lost,
As hard as I can.
He pretends to beg me not to,
But I know that he just wants me
To do it harder.
So, bye
Cause we need a moment alone…
(CRUNCH!)
OH NO, I BROKE HIM!!!! (Bawls)
Like my site? Let me know! E-mail me at tmansgames at gmail.com!
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