Poem inspired by and made for my friends from http://com2.runboard.com/bluv4bana
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Always party time down there at luv4bana ‘specially when last week we Italians did beat Ghana! Pizza, drinks and colored flags at Hot Potato’s far way better than a bloody mess at Metro’s[1] Hoot and Hector, Bruce and Con were there with blood[2], while poor Avner busy on mission with Mossad. Poppy an’ Isis making banners all the time. “During the match?”, Gijon thought, “that’s a crime!” When Brenn told us ‘bout that damn post office guy, Troyboy quickly made a bomb, just Robert-like. And while Tigg was appreciating the bomb quality, Banatastic revealed Bana Hungry her Canadian nationality. Then our Priska offered Andromachae her Nutella, but she said “thanx, I prefer some paella” The ones missing were just Cheric and Mellana... they’re on holiday or they’re stalking Eric Bana????? This bloody doubt was really, truly devouring me, so I asked Tequila “please, do me a favour:go and see” The Delta Force Bana Girls leave no woman behind, but...wanna see the Banaconda???? Give us a dime! [1] Metro : pretty famous pub downtown; always packed with people [2] With blood: with passion,intensity, emotion! |