The Amazing Three

The Amazing Three, what a Band...

We're unstoppable with guitar picks in hand!

Me and Joe, Revolutionizing rock.

By the time we're done, you won't be wearing socks.

Not many people have heard us play..

And that makes me very ashamed to say.

Someday soon, we'll rise up, and rule.

And if you don't like us, you can suck my tool!.

Presents.

 I loves presents, big and small. I dont care what they are, give me them all. A bike, car, even a fox! ... Nah nevermind, give that one to Josh. What I see, under the tree, are loads and loads of presents for me. I open them if Im sad or happy. When I get presents I even like Flappy. Most people know me as a pretty nice guy. But if you dont give me presents, get ready to cry.

Thanks goes out to all my fans... I love you all.

Ok, Well here'she new poem.  It' based on my anger for English, and one of the novels we had to do. So listen up...Or read up haha.

My Hatred for English.

English is what I hate, getting in it was a mistake, Its all for that "Angel of Stone" that stupid skank can suck my bone. Mr. Spurrell is a pretty cool cat, but when he tells me to read I wanna hit him with a bat.You know, theres no point of doing this, English is top on my hate list. Hagar dies, It's really great, shes also on my list of hate. Writing notes is the worst- But man Im glad she's in a hearse.(SP?) I hate english more than you, but I guess in the end It's all of us that lose...

I know, I know thats not the original version, but those who want to know the original, just ask me and I'll show you. You only missred out on a inside joke that you probably wont get anyways... And even if mr. Spurrell asked me to read, I wouldn't hit him with a bat, he's wayyy to cool :D

This is a sweet ol' poem writen by yours truely, Matt Hancock.

Georgio, The Butterfly.

Georgio, The Butterfly, I watched him fly, Into the great blue sky. I let him free, free as can be, flying over the deep blue sea.

Georgio was my friend, a message he was to send to me to see that he was pretty as could be.

When I seen him fly away the only word I could say was goodbye butterfly, goodbye...

Well thats the first famous poem by Matt Hancock.  I have one more wrote, but it has some explicit laguage cause thats how I was feeling when I wrote it... Give me your thoughts. Should I post it? or not?