Turvendiz Goes Gloorama

Gloorama
Gloorama
Gloorama
Goes the Turvendiz.
Or so says the man in the back
And he wears all black
You can't hack
His tack.

I want to own a Canadian
But the government says I can't
Silly government!

The Wackiness of my friends in other schools
You'd think they'd be in WAC
But that's what they call it only in Herricks.

I'm a Wacky WACker,
I like to scream and yell out
Icky La Boomba!

I also dislike Narwhales
It emerged when some one told me they were part Unicorn.
Now I want to stab it with a horn
And some corn.

Story time:
One day there were two insane maniacs filming a video. One was violent, and one was just something beyond words. The amount of bloopers were great and all the dog did in the strange one's room was howl. But it was a hit but we couldn't make our Jello Biafra refrences fit.
Poem time (again):
I once found a pokemon card by a stop sign
It was an Arcanine and I decided I'd never lose it
Recently my friends and I looked through for valuable cards.
It was no where to be found.

There once was a cat on a roof
It did not fall
It only ran and ran and ran.

My favorite muscisian is Neil Young
His guitar work is amazing
I also love his singing
If I could play like him
I'd be a happy man.

I sit in a room of maniacs
Knowing not of what to do.
Half the people scare me
And there's even short people
Short people and there love for Justin Beiber annoys me.

I hate Justin Beiber
And I end this at this
GO! PIKACHU!
And the Turvendiz goes
Gloorama.

I lied
I do not end at this.
The Turvendiz that goes Gloorama
Likes to be in an uffish.

There is no sword to beat it
Get out the Vorpals
They do nothing
To my mad hats
That are not fat.

The sleeping in a cave
A Turvendiz does
For twelve hours.
Story time(again):
One day there was a fat guy, but the Turvendiz ate him. The end.
Poem time(raaaaaaaaaaaawr):
Sleep not do I
In the cave of a Turvendiz.
You know its its cave by the slobber on the walls.

May the Force be with you
Or maybe its the fourth?
But no bombing may stop the power of...
...
...
...
...
A TURVENDIZ!
(that goes gloorama).

And now I shall not lie
But buenas noches
I hate you all.