My friend Pokes is a fighter with strength.
She is a great leader and keeps us all in check.
Sometimes, though, she gets in a bad mood.
Then we stand clear or we’ll end up on the moon.
Her wrath is deadly and kills on sight.
Her punches send us all in flight.
On the moon and past the stars.
She is the toughest girl by far.
By day she games, by night she kills.
So you better run for the hills.
One day though.
Someone didn’t know better.
Called her a hat and went into the nether.
He fought and he died.
All the creatures stole his life.
Now his blood feeds the roses in Hell.
The moral of this story is to not pick fights.
Or Pokes will come and get you.
And you’ll burn to death.