A poem about my favorite map on Call of Duty: Black Ops..Hope you enjoy!
i run up on the first poor sap
POW POW POW!! take a nap!
upstairs the mannequin’s close to the bed
u talkin bout my momma? off with your head!!
i change to a class with acog scope
dont get me wrong, that scope is dope
with enhanced sights i take my stare
enemy spyplanes in the air!!
i walk straight and miss the claymore
i blow up and die 14 and 4
i respawn next to the sentury gun
thats not my gun..this wont be fun
blap blap boom i die in a room
i respawn again and try to zoom
i cant believe i need a hand
on a map that looks like Pappy Land!!
i go to the nearest black ops teammate
to ask for help..he says im too late
8 more seconds on the clocks
MAN THIS STINKS LIKE DIRTY SOCKS!
all of a sudden POW BOOM BLAM!!
and look whos on the killcam!
aghh its me loosing to loonies
i make a face like that guy on the Goonies
Bleh this sucks! another round?
all on the dreaded Nuketown
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