in mr.ross's class, we're doing a photography portfolio full of photography (who woulda known?) and creative writing on different pieces of photography. this is a poem i wrote about a piece of photography today:
Where he came from no one knows
but everyday he goes and goes
pillages towns and terrorizes people
and isn't afraid of anything
He fights like a ninja
Rides like the wind
on his dog, his best and only friend
The government is after him, the CIA too
but he always escapes, every time
Bullets won't stop him
or storms or hunger
as long as he finds a village to plunder
Whenever he comes near, everyone runs in absolute fear
I advise you poor soul who has no idea
about The Yellow-Turbaned Bandit
Never brave it and try to fight him
or a painful death you will get
Where he came from no one knows
but everyday he goes and goes
pillages towns and terrorizes people
and isn't afraid of anything
He fights like a ninja
Rides like the wind
on his dog, his best and only friend
The government is after him, the CIA too
but he always escapes, every time
Bullets won't stop him
or storms or hunger
as long as he finds a village to plunder
Whenever he comes near, everyone runs in absolute fear
I advise you poor soul who has no idea
about The Yellow-Turbaned Bandit
Never brave it and try to fight him
or a painful death you will get
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