One day, a boy walked into a store. Then, for no apparent reason, he turned into a lemon. Simple as that. That boy/lemon was me. Yeah. Weird, I know. Imagine how I felt. I probably shouldn't have messed with Typhlok the Annoyer. I mean, he is the handsomest, awesomest, most lemony Toa of 'em all. Who was I to say, "Hey, Typhlok." I should have said, "Greetings, oh great Toa of Lemons." But enough of that. Here I am, sitting in the fruit section in a grocery store. I'm kind of bored, waiting for someone to come and buy then eat me 'cause I'm a lemon and all, so I made a poem:
I am just a sour lemon that's yellow
Just chilling out here and bein' all mellow
Waiting for someone to come and go eat me
Or maybe just put me 'round somewhere to let be
The flies that buzz around are really annoying
With rhymes and my thoughts in my mind I am toying
Just being a lemon boy!!
You could sing it if you want. Heck, I don't care, I'm just a sour lemon!! Hmmm...I think I need some lemon-aid...
~Typhlok the ANNOYer~