This poem was inspired by what critics have called the greatest movie ever made ‘Honey I shrunk the kids’.
Begins
As I stood in an attic dark, the shrinking ray had missed its mark
A baseball flew through the window pane, shattering glass and splintering frame.
The ray had swung and to my surprise, struck me right between the eyes
Stepping back I howled in pain, the searing light had fried my brain.
My chest grew tight and my arms went numb, a gaseous explosion ripped from my bum
My legs got shorter, this was heinous, oh my god not my penis!
And there I stood my breath a pant, I was now no bigger than an ant
I must find help, I can’t stay small, I must find a phone and make a call
A phone was laying on the floor, I couldn’t press the buttons my coordination was poor.
I ran outside and after many an hour, climbed on top of a tall pink flower.
I surveyed my surroundings, I did decide, in this flower the rest of my life would hide.
I lived a life on my knees, having it off with some slutty bees.
Other adventures were probably had, but I got bored of writing and went to bed.
End
