helicopters :: toriatea :: Original Poetry

helicopters

Remote control helicopters,

Time capsules, and a writing pad.

It all seems to be playful,

Until they bring out the big boys.

Its race after race

Tell you nock them down

Then they give a helluva roar

Was goanna nock you down,

Am goanna put a missiles to the grown,

And blow it off them hedges

I think maybe I will give the copter a test

I think latter it seems yawl are racing

To the death,

So I’ll just write

As you all fight

Remote control helicopters,

Time capsules, and a writing pad