Wednesday, July 18, 2007

Psalms 119:7

Indy has big guns, like the transformers who weigh tons.
He has unbelievable hair, and all the guys dont seem to care.
They have metal lungs, he has steal buns.
None of the chicks thinks its fair, so they all glare.

Transform and roll out, all the guys see him and pout.
The decepticons stole lexy, all the girls try to steal his sexy.
While all the autobots mount, there is no doubt
A win without gory, and hes not whory.

And while this poem goes through my head I NEVER STOP PRAISING YOU LORD FOR MAKING ME THE WAY I AM!!!!!!

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

haha:) LOL ~ Your best work yet!

Psalms 43:18-19

Forget the former things; do not dwell on the past. See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it?