05-16-2012, 08:01 PM
This was in my poetry thread but I thought more people would view this as well
The angels themselves once harked of a hero
The hero they say, read in ones and in zeroes
Villains trembled the sight of his fearsome one wheel
But who's to say the poor lad never did feel
After sparing a life, the story does say-o
The hero would cry jars and jars of pure mayo
A being they once labeled as mean and delirious
Here's a poem to you, oh dear little Previous
The angels themselves once harked of a hero
The hero they say, read in ones and in zeroes
Villains trembled the sight of his fearsome one wheel
But who's to say the poor lad never did feel
After sparing a life, the story does say-o
The hero would cry jars and jars of pure mayo
A being they once labeled as mean and delirious
Here's a poem to you, oh dear little Previous