You see what happens when you combine bourbon and The Gunblogger Conspiracy. You get a new meme started by the EvylRobot himself. So here’s the deal. This is the first verse of a silly poem.
Black and blocky
was the Glocky
that did slay
And he tagged me to write the next verse.
Asked did he
What could be
the caliber size.
Hmm, who to tag with that one? How about a blog I recently discovered and have enjoyed. Maybe Sarah of Cranky Chicks with Guns will play. What do you say?
UPDATE: Hooray! Sarah’s playing
Jabberwockies, so hard to slay,
will go down if they are shot
with a round starting with “four”
and bearing the name Gold Dot.
And Christina too!
The Jabberwock, not known for wit
is easy to be stalked.
You merely find a place to sit
and leave him to be Glocked.
He comes galumphing, trailing drool
and doesn’t glance my way.
Oh, shit! No Vorpal-ammo, Fool!
He lives to die another day.
Everyone is welcome to play, tagged or otherwise. This is fun!
Ooh! And Lissa in the comments!
And as in uffish thought she stood,
The Goblin-wock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the front-door wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! NOT through-and-through
My lil’ Siguette went snicker-snack!
The four nine-mil’s quite turned its head
And put him on his back.