He was in a balloon.
Which was flying.
It was awesome.
But he shat his pants.
Because, though balloons are awesome, they fly high as a stoned teenager.
He was not ready for that.
He would have been under his covers.
Asleep.
Warm.
Not miles over the hard floor.
(Is it floor? Or is it Earth?)
He looked down.
Down.
Dooooown.
He almost fainted.
He swore to never ever ever sit on a balloon.
These stuff are creepy.
And dangerous.
He turned to Frank.
(Yes, it is a poem.
A frerard-y poem.
Which is not really a poem, because I'm not a poet or stuff, but whatever.
Deal with me.)
'Why are we here?'
He asked Frank.
'I hate high things.'
And he was silent.
For a few moments.
Then spoke again.
'That's why I love you.
Because you are not high.'
Frank squealed.
(That's how you spell that?
English is confusing.)
He said.
'I am fun sized.
Jerk.'
They heard an 'Amen!'.
From the other fun-sized fangirls/boys/anything else between/goats.
(Does 170 cm means I'm tall?)
Gerard laughed.
'I love you.
But seriously.
Really.'
Frank sighed.
'I love you too.
My tall hero.'
He added with a smirk.
Then jumped out of the balloon.
...
Wait for it...
Wait...
Are yoy still reading?
Fine.
Here is the end:
End.
Who expected that?
Edit
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My mind is a crazy place
Fiksi PenggemarI am nervous. So I am rambling. Badly. Sorry. Well, it started as a weird one-shot collection with only one one-shot. Then there came a rant. Pardon, a Rant. With capital R. What comes next, no one knows.
