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Based on sketches on the back of the piece of paper this was on, I can date this back to Year Seven, especially given the um some of the elements that appear in the story.
I'm really hoping Mr. Binoculars isn't a codename for Dr. Strange or Peter Parker. You do not want to get involved with Mephisto, dude.
Unfinished and incomplete.

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It was a brutally hot Summer's day, and a man called Mr. Binoculars had lost his fan so he couldn't cool down. The fan shop has closed as everyone was to hot to move. The only shop open was 'True Harry Potter - The Magic Store'. He went along there so he could get buy a book of spells so he could summon the devil. "Abra-ca-heat-da!" he said, and was cast down to the pits of hell.

"What do you want?" A red figure asked, with giant horns and a lots of brown hair covering the bits which shouldn't be seen.

© 2009 Peter Webb

Celio the Dragon - Chapter Seven: Rescue

Chapter Seven: Rescue

Several knights app Cushing viewed Celio through his binoculars. "He's in!" he shouted. He consulted the beast immediatly; "My lord, Celio has entered the Super Catapault!"  "How?" asked the supernatural beast. "I... I don't know sir. But he is a major threat! If we can just get an ar-" The beast got out his hands and put them on Cushing's neck. He squeezed tightly and Cushing choked, then collapsed. "An army of knights, I know. Never state the obvious"

Celio rested after his near-death encounter. But it wouldn't last for long. Suddenly, an army of 501 knights ran in. Their faces were blood had many many scars on, recieved from their many battles. The metal armour was rusty and stained with blood, sweat, urine and excrement. Celio almost barfed. They drew their rifles and loaded it with gunpowder. The "Fire!" they shouted. They aimed at Celio, and the bullet shot out at Celio's underbelly. It was excrutiatingly painfull. Celio screamed with pain. Blood dripped onto the floor.

But he remained standing. As the knights fired, Celio moved his tail quickly in their direction. Knights fell to the floor, bleeding. As more ran in, Celio continued attacking. Soon later, the army was destroyed. All he had to do now was to rescue Daniel.

© 2009 Peter Webb

Celio the Dragon - Chapter Six: Message

Chapter Six: Rescue Mission Message

Celio was relaxing in the ruined Dar Dragon capital city of Dragonica.* He was looking up at the pale orange sky, which had become that toxic colour ever since the Supernatural Beasts came through the rift in the connecting to that other reality - Few animals creatures other than dragons lived there. But then, he saw a dove flying. Celio squawked questionably. The dove got closer and said "I have a message for you from Daniel Hero, who's grandad is Benjamin Hero" Celio's eyes widened.

The message played. It showed Daniel and Tallulah in prison.  "Help me, Celio. You're my only hope," said Daniel in the message. "My grandfather Ben has known you since the begining of the Beast Wars. Now you must help me. Please, and then were can destroy the Super Catapault"

Celio now had a mission to do. He flapped his wings and flew to the super catapault. Little did he know that beast spies were watching him...

The Imperial Espionage Squad saw Celio through their binoculars. "Yep, he's going to the catapault alright," said a knight. "Deploy the beasts and kill him!" A beast entered, flapped it's wings, and flew after Celio.

Celio was now out of Dragonica, and was flying across the world's largest sea: the Duana sea. It span across from Dragconia right to the desert of Tanoo. He took his first look at the newly destroyed desert and put on a 'what has happened?' expression. He was shocked. A dear dropped out of his eye as the silent sand blew away.

He saw something behind him: It was a Supernatural Beast. "I've got you now," it said, and laughed manically. It chased after Celio. Celio squawked a swearword. He flapped his wings faster to get farther away. But the beast soon cathed catched up. Celio only had one option. He flew backwards in an arc shape, and tickled the beast's hair. It laughed. "Stop it! You're tickling me!"

However, it soon got closer to Celio, and scratched the Dragon's underbelly. Blood squirted everywhere. Celio squawked painfully. More blood drooled out, and turned the sea into below into a dark red colour. He continued tickling the beast and it couldn't stop laughing. It managed to speak. "You must die!" it shouted. It scratched Celio's juicy underbelly continulusly continuously. Large chunks of flesh and blood fell down into the now toxic sea. Celio screamed. He didn't get a chance to tickle the beast. It kept on biting huge chunks out of him. With his last ounce of strength, Celio moved his tail quickly and whipped it flat in the beast's face. It's jaw bled, and it fell into the sea, staining it green.

Celio was now approaching the super catapault. The blast doors were shut. How could he enter? With a whip of his tail, he broke down the door, ready to fight.

*The buildings, which were around the size of the Empire Building, had collapsed. Celio sighed.

© 2009 Peter Webb

Celio the Dragon - Chapter Five: Help

Chapter Five: Help.

The cell door opened and Daniel was locked inside. Daniel swore mildly. He sat down and looked to his right. He noticed a beautiful young girl. "Hello," she said. "Hi," replied Daniel. "What's your name?" he asked. "Tallulah," she answered "Tallulah Heroine. What's yours?" "Daniel Hero," Daniel answered. "That's a nice name," said Tallulah. "So's yours" replied Daniel. They laughed.

"So, what'cha do?" asked Daniel. "Dunno, probably for 'rebeling' against the beasts" answered Da Tallulah. "Me too!" exclaimed Daniel. They were in love. "If only there was a way out of here," Tallulah said lightly. "Hold on! I know!" shouted Daniel. "What?" asked Tallulah. "I've got this message disk. If I could record a help message and send it to someone, we could be rescued!" answered Daniel. "Any idea who?" questioned Tallulah. "I've heldrd heard about this dragon called Celio. He's an old friend of my Grandfather Benjamin" "Great! What are we waiting for?"

Daniel took the dusty disk out of his pocket and pressed 'record'. The message went on for several minutes, until they pressed 'stop'. "How will we send it to Celio?" asked Tallulah. "My trust robotic Dove messanger," answered Daniel. He inserted the disk into the dove's beak and it flew off to Celio."

"Isn't Celio a Dragon's name?" Beast's name?" asked Tallulah. "Well, yes, but it has more than one meaning. But Let's hope he does receive the message, though. If not, let's abandon all 0 hope."

© 2009 Peter Webb

Celio the Dragon - Chapter Four: The Super Catapault

Chapter Four: Cellmates Destruction The Super Catapault

The enourmous super catapault was situated nearby to two famous locations: the sandy desert of Tanoo, and the forests of the Republic of Aldin. The large wooden catapault structure of the super catapauly towered over most buildings, the reason it was so effective. The supernatural armies were still deciding were to fire it. It had neen rumoured that the Rebel Base was located in Tanoo's sister town, Danoo, but in actual fact it was located in the garden town of Yav IV. Daniel would help be a large help to them...

The escape pod flew closer to the super catapault. It had gotten quite damaged and sandy since it had driven through the barren landscape of Tanoo. It had barely escaped the sandstorms which had been happening. The sand had clogged up the engines. Instead of it's greyish-whiteish colour, the pod had been given a yellowish hue through the murkiness of the sand.

The doors opened on blast shield doors opened on the super catapault, allowing the escape pod to enter. The landing gear was activated and the battered ship, of the verge of being destroyed, crashed onto the wooden floor, almost on fire. They climbed out of the pod, only to be greeted by the beast's repserentetive, Governer Cushing.

"Have you got the boy?" asked Cushing. "Yes, I have, Master," answered the Supernatural beast. "Good, good. Now we can begin" "Begin what?" Daniel asked, confused. "The testing of the Super catapault, of course. We need to choose a location to fire at. Now tell us where you live!" "Umm, Tanoo" "You see, he can be cooperative. Now, aim it at the desert of Tanoo!" he asked the knight. "Yes sir!" answered the knight.

"No! Please! Don't!" pleaded Daniel. "Alright then. If you tell us the location of the Rebel Base, we shall fire there instead." "Alright, I think it's Danoo" "You sure?" asked Cushing. "Well, that's what the newspapers say. It might not be true," answered Daniel truthully. "There's always a possibility. Search the city!" Cushing commanded the knights. They took a small shuttle to Danoo and searched for the possibly Rebel Base.

Many days later, they returned. "What have you found?" Cushing asked. "Nothing," answered one of the knights. "Daniel, you have wasted our time and rescources. We have no choice but to fire at Tanoo" "Noooo!" screamed Daniel. "We have no other option. Load the catapault!" "Yes sir!" answered a knight. He picked up a rock and put it in the catapault. "Fire!" shouted Cushing.  He pulled a lever, and the large rock flung through the sky. The roof opened, allowing it to pass through. I soon reached t Tanoo, and the city set alight. Only a crater was left.

Daniel was left crying; he couldn't believe what happened. Biggs was almost certainlly dead, as for his Grandfather, Benjamin. This reminded Daniel of when he got his first sword...

***

Daniel had just finished his supper. His father was veoting to taking him to the Sports College, asking him to help out at the family farm for another season. Annoyed, Daniel stormed off, and went to his Grandad's home.

Inside, Benjamin gave him a present: his very first sword. Daniel was amazed. "Thank you!" said Daniel in shock. "You're welcome, answered Benjamin. "But, where did you get it?" asked Daniel. "I used it many years ago whilst fighting the beasts. But now I fear I'm dying, so I'm passing it to you as the family heairloom" Daniel would always treasure it.

***

"Now we have no use for you,"  said Cushing "We shall imprison you in the Detention Block" "What?" shouted a shocked Daniel. "Why?" "So you can help us, answered Cushing. Two knights took hold of Daniel and dragged him away to the cell: numbered THX1138.

© 2009 Peter Webb

Celio the Dragon - Chapter Three: Kidnap

Chapter Three: Kidnap

Daniel soon entered the Cargo Bay. The Rebel Transport was secretly delivering copies of the novel 'The Journal of the Whills, From the Adventures of Aaron Deeton', which was Samuel Freep's first ever novel.

Daniel discovered the bridge, which allowed him to cross between areas, had collapsed. There was a crane, but the pieces had warped far too much, and, anyway, it fell too far down for the crane to reach. He saw a small figure walk through the mist. It was Anton's friend Declan! Declan pulled a lever, which produced a new bridge. Daniel crossed it. "Thanks," said Daniel. "You're welcome," anwser answered Declan.

They de They entered the door, only to be bombarded by an army of knights. Attacked by the knights, Daniel took his sword out of his holster. He sliced a big cut through one of the knight's digestive system. His guts and other organs flung out, and excrement and blood drooled across the floor. This made Declan sick. He felt an acidy sensation in his mouth. He tried to keep it in, but a creamy, yellow liquid with a sour taste oozed onto the floor. Daniel felt guilty.

Knights ran in, but slipped on the disgusting liquids now laying on the floor. Though still guilty of his actions, he put his foot forward, and crushed the heads of the knights laying on the sticky ooze. He and Declan carefully stepped across to the other side of the mess. They entered the next corridoor, and ran to the escape pods.

Daniel soon realised Declan wasn't with him anymore. "Hey, wait a minute, where's Declan?" Daniel asked himself. He looked to his left, and saw a Supernatural Beast choking Declan to death. "Noooo!" screamed Daniel

The Supernatural Beast noticed Daniel, dropped Declan's dead corpse on the ground, and ran after Daniel. The beast caught him. "You're coming with me," it said. "Where?" asked Daniel. "To the prison inside the super catapault. For a hundred years. For rebelling against the beasts," it answered. Daniel cursed. "And we'll make it even longer if you keep up this profanity!" warned the beast. Daniel cursed again. "Remember what I said," said the Supernatural Beast. Daniel sighed, and asked "Wouldn't I be dead in a hundred years?" "Yes, probably, but saying a lifetime sentence gives most people heart attacks, and we prefer to kill people ourselves. Now get into the escape pod!"

They tried to get into the last escape pod, but were too late, and it was used by Samuel and Aaron. "Damn," exclaimed the beast. However They soon noticed another escape pod. However, they soon realised it wasn't, and it was just a jacusi, where some knights were relaxing in, completely naked. "Hey, we'd like some privacy!" shouted a knight. Daniel and the beast exited the room. Daniel was disgusted. Thankfully, there was another pod left. They entered, and flew off to the prison block inside the super catapault.

© 2009 Peter Webb

Celio the Dragon - Chapter Two: Attack of the Rebels

Chapter Two: Attack of the Rebels

In the sandy desert of Tanoo, Biggs Sidekick viewed the battle through his binoculars. A boy of around 9 year old, he was Daniel's best friend. He was worried. He knew Daniel was there. He knew. He knew because Daniel told him a few hours ago. But boys and battles don't mix well...

As the battle raged on, rebels vs. knights, Daniel and Anton tried to escape to safety. They reached a door, only to discover and army of knights. Daniel got out his sword and thought them. He got a few bleeding scars from their rifles. He was tired. He remembered when he joined the rebels; he couldn't believe he got through with his fake I.D. He remembered it well. H It was when he was having a drink of orange drink juice with Biggs, he discovered that his desert city of Tanoo had been invaded by the Supernatural Beasts and their army of knights. He went to his parent's house to check if they were okay, but he discovered they had been destroyed by the knights. And from that day on, he swore he'd take have his revenge.

But this trip down memory lane wouldn't last long. Suddenly, a Supernatural Beast entered through the door, standing at a full 12 feet of it's body's height. "You must die!" it shouted. Anton tried to attack it with his rifle, but was pushed back by it's powerful force, killing him. "You killed him!" shouted Daniel. "Well, there's only one option left" He picked up a grenade, set it alight, and threw it at the beast. He increased the power of the explosion by shooting the grenade with the deceased Anton's rifle. The Supernatural Beast choked to death on the fumes. Daniel carefully walked over the corpse and entered the next corridoor.

© 2009 Peter Webb

Celio the Dragon - Chapter One: The Rebel Transport

Chapter One: Attack on the Rebels Prolouge Chapter One: The Rebel Transport

The rebel transport moved through the moonlight. At full dragon-power, it could reach up to fifty miles per hour. Being the length of an entire classroom, it could hold a large number of rebel troops. As it was driven by dragons, much like a horse and cart, the interior was mostly made up of white corridoors, used as sleeping and entertainment quaters. The stirdy doors had an automatic locking system so there could be no intruders. But it didn't always work...
Daniel Hero, a young boy of around 7 or 8 years old, activated a switch which would give him a small disk, which he could record a message onto, if he ever needed rescuing. He was accompinied by the Rebel Captain Antilles Anton. They opened a door and walked along a corridoor and watched in fear as something terrible happened...

Chapter One: Attack on the Rebels Boarding Ships Chap

The Imperial transport was chasing the Rebel transport. It was driving through the starshine at full beast-power, a whopping seventy miles per hour. It was triple the size of the Rebel Transport, but instead was carrying the Imperial Knights. "Activate weapon," said one of the troops knights. "Yes sir," awsered answered the other.

The Imperial transport drew closer to the Rebel Transport. The knight loaded the catapault with the large rock, which had been chipped away from so much handling. "Fire!" the knight shouted, as he pulled the lever to the catapault. The large rock tumbled through the air, getting smaller and smaller, until it finally hit rebel transport, destroying part of the corridoor.

"We're doomed!" cried many of the passangers. They tried to get to the escape pods, but m "Oh, this is all your fault..." the ship's British butler said sarcasticlly to hi Samuel Freep said sarcasticly to his friend, Aaroon Aaron Deeton, who was a a whill, a speciels specials specieswho has a weird-shaped green head, and is the size of a small elf. Aaron moved towards a door way. "Where are you going?" asked Samuel. "Oh, there's no escape for us this time!"

They watched as they saw the door being destroyed by the army of knights. They were being boarded! The rebels kneeled in an attack position, their rifles ready. Aaron moved away from the door. The door flung of its hinges in a cloud of smoke. The knights ran in, drew their rifles and fired at the rebels. "Oh dear," said Samuel.

© 2009 Peter Webb

Celio the Dragon

Year 7 English. I'd like to introduce you to a rather epic story of mine, and perhaps one of the longest I've done (though it ends rather abruptly, before the planned ending a few chapters following the last one written). The story is a Medieval-like rip-off of Star Wars (to those not in the 1977 know, then Star Wars: Episode IV - A New Hope. The title of A New Hope makes more sense after seeing the prequel trilogy, of course), a franchise which I'd fallen in romance with the previous year, 2008, following my stumbling upon a Wikipedia article about the then-upcoming Star Wars: The Clone Wars film, and its following television series. The advent of this made me estatic, causing me to check out the 2004 Star Wars Trilogy DVD set which sat largely unwatched, introduce myself into Hasbro's action figure collections, buy a second-hand copy of Star Wars: Clone Wars Volume II, get into some Star Wars gaming, and buy whatever Star Wars books I could find within charity realms. By this time I was well into my fandom, and having freshly before writing been in some form of A New Hope, this is what the story took. It also takes elements from LEGO Star Wars II: The Original Trilogy, which extends some of the rebel transport sequences to prose level.

The character of Celio is another of mine which would become ongoing, also appearing in my 2009 Doctor Who audio play 'Return to the Land of Fiction' (original title 'Prey of Black Shuck'), where he is ridden across the forest by the Eighth Doctor and his companions Olivia, Lucy, and Thomas, and also a boy, who may or may not be the Daniel of this story. Celio's fictional background extends to an iPhone game of at least ten levels, and looks, according to the cover art I created, like a red and yellow coloured version of Spyro. His names derives from one I plagierised off my friend, who used the word Celio in I believe his version of The Empty House. I was rather suprised to see that upon my visits to Malta and Italy in August 2009 and April 2010 respectively, that I encountered an international clothing retail chain known as 'Celio'.

This story is not very good, full of grammatical errors, contradictions and illogical moments, however it can be rather fun to read, especially the passage describing the knife's gruesome passage across a beast causing its death. This takes inspiration from Futurama: Bender's Game, which was also rather gruesome to beasts and dragons alike, in the world of Dungeons and Dragons. However, I hope it to be of some enjoyment. I plan to do a reading of this story in the style of Nerimon's 'Alex Reads Twilight' videos, adding anecdotes and the sections of confusing hilarious strangeness to post on YouTube. I've already done a partial reading to my boyfriend of October last year, though I don't know what he thinks of it, and private Skype conversations weren't recorded for obvious reasons. I'll be serialising all written seven chapters, the prologue, and ending on the original story plan.

May 2009 (approximately), and onwards. It's a possibility that this may have kept being written through to June. Unfinished and incomplete.

Once upon a time in a land far, far away...

Prelude Prolouge: Fall of the Dragons

For a thousand years the dragons were the guardians of the universe and protectors of the humans. But then, it the supernatural beasts came. From another dimension, they created a rip through the universe and exited their void they were kept in and entered the dragon universe.

They defeated the whole army of knights and very few dragons remained, and the beast empire rose. Bands of rebels were created, who had many and continuing attacks on the Supernatural Beasts armies of knights. To stop the rebels, the Supernatural Beasts created a super catapault, which had enough power to destroy an entire city. And the rebels knew they had to stop them...

© 2009 Peter Webb

Black Shuck - Epilogue: Funeral of a Friend

Epilogue: Funeral of a Friend

After the continuation of my Grandad's funeral, the lives lost today were remembered. Tears ran down our faces. But at least they'ed have a peacefull afterlife with innocent Black Shuck.

© 2009 Peter Webb

Black Shuck - Chapter Five: The Face of Terror

Chapter Five: The face of terror

I now realised my apperance. I was just a ghost of a Black Terrier with red eyes. Why should I slaughter these poor humans? The only evils were was my owner. These are just innocent people. And so, under the altar, I gave up afterlife. I'd prefer after-after life. Goodbye.

© 2009 Peter Webb

Black Shuck - Chapter Four: Apocalypse

Chapter Four: Apocalypse

The dog lurked inside and slaughtered our other relatives. I swore something ryming rhyming with 'Shuck'. We were scared. He was about to eat us. Black Shuck. The Doom Dog. The Baskerville. What could save us? I didn't want to go to Hell right now. Or purgatory, for that matter. And then I thought a of a brilliant plan. I picked up a mirror and shone it in Black Shuck's face.

© 2009 Peter Webb

Black Shuck - Chapter Three: The Hunt

Chaper Chapter Three: Ac Apocalypse The Hunt

I smelt flesh. Me, Black Shuck was about to eat tasty human carcass. I glided through the fog to the church. Through the my red eyes I spotted a graveyard. The flesh was long gone on them, but there were people inside. They would make a tasty feast.

© 2009 Peter Webb

Black Shuck - Chapter Two: The Shucky Dog

Chapter Two: A Church in Nottingham. The Shucky Dog

After having tiny burgers at Little Chef in my Black suit and we arrived we realised there were only a few people there. Just Auntie Steph, 'Auntie' Jo, Robert and us. After his ashes were burnt and t a rememberance inside the church, a black terrier with red eyes burst through the doors. It was Black Shuck.

© 2009 Peter Webb

Black Shuck - Chapter One: Collision Car

Chapter One: Ringland, the near future Collision Car

It was a bleak, dark night. Our car was driving through Ringland. The only source of light was our car headlights. We were on our way to my Grandad 'with the beard''s funeral. It was going to be a sad day for all of us. Not because of his burial, but because of the slaughter of hundreds of people because by a black, ghostly terrier with red eyes.

Our car narrowly avoided a collision with another vehicle and my dad cursed. After hours of driving, forced to eat from Little Chef, we arrived. This was the terrible part.

© 2009 Peter Webb

Black Shuck - Prologue: Dog Days

I will be serialising this story throughout the week, lasting five chapters, a prologue, and an epilogue. It's a first-person reimagining of the hell-hound, incorparating some unusual elements. Interestingly, due to deaths, both real and fictional, the story, written in 2009, has to be set before mid-2011, but it also has to be set in the future too, as my Grandfather still lives, whilst my Auntie does not. Year 7 English, and it's certianlly an odd one.

Tuesday 24th March 2009

Prologue: Dog Days

I used to be a gigantic terrier. But, when I died, and I turned into a ghost of terror. I developed bright, red eyes, and was hungry for human carcass. That was punishment for my owner, Mrs. Proudfoot. She fed me so little, and I developed tons of fat. I was sent to the vets, and the vet urged her to feed me. But she didn't, and me, a black terrier, was put down. And I shall now have my revenge.

© 2009 Peter Webb

The Empty House (illustrated)

Year 7 Literacy, just a way of expanding upon description. I don't think it's very good. Spelling errors remain, possibly for historical reference. It's not that I'm lazy.

Wednesday 18th March 2009, onwards.

The Empty House

Outside the house there was a garden. There were hundreds of slugs. Slipping was inventiable inevenitable. The overgrown weeds stung like hell. The grass was so tall that it was near impossible to find your way around. The only help was nettles. The stinging made us jump because it hurt so much, and so we got a brief glance at the house number: No. 10.

As we rang the bell, and did a very sounding like a shriek, we found out nobody was in. And there wasn't any vechiles anywhere, and they surely couldn't walk anywhere. And it wasn't the weather fort going out. Luckily, I had some good key hacking skills, but rust was flying everywhere. Inside, I glanced at the damp walls. The floor boards creaked as I walked. The paint had washed away. The wallpaper had nearly peeled of completely. I decided to walk upstairs.
 
We walked up the never-ending stairs. We glanced at some sepia pictures of a family who have been deceased for years. There was a little boy lolipop wearing a blazer, a white shirt and grey trousers, a small girl wearing a straw hat and dress, a father in their late 50s wearing a suit and a mother wearing a dress. The steps creaked every time we moved. The wallpaper was peeling off. After many minutes of climbing, we arrived up stairs.

We entered a bedroom. I looked at myself in a cracked mirror. There was a cup of tea on a seat, freezing cold. Cobwebs were hanging from the ceiling. I then smelt a disgusting, putrid aroma. I thought someone had guffed until I saw the bed sheets, covered in urine. I decided to leave the bedroom and climb up to the attic.

When I entered, I nearly fell through a hole in the attics. Owls and bats flew out of cracked windows. I spotted an old, wooden, golden chest. I tried to unlock it, but, then, suddenly, the floor collapsed and I fell through.

My friend called 999 and I was rushed to hospital. I hoped I was alright.

© 2009 Peter Webb

A Superior Economy Grew

Thursday 8th October 2009.

This is a poem I wrote for World Poetry Day in 2009 at a school event at lunchtime. I've posted an audio version before on YouTube, which is now no longer online. It features the tale of a character of mine, Mr. Fuggleboppins, who appeared in some of my creative works between 2009 and 2010.  This character name became my username on a few sites. Another 2009 character of mine, Celio the Dragon, also appears; his original epic story I'll be posting soon. Typos remain here, as always, so yes I know 'business' is spelt incorrectly in every instance.

On a planet far away from ours,
a superior economy grew.
And on that planet was a buisnessman,
who was completely covered in blue.
 
He was popular among local bars,
and had drunk a pint or two.
He had struck a deal,
so he could heal,
a lost glass robot army.
 
Many people thought he was barmy,
but he could do it,
unless he got hit,
by his biggest enemy.
 
And so they fought,
blood spurting everywhere,
but he got burnt by a ball of fire.
That enemy was a dragon named Celio,
who came from another dimension.

 His underbelly got sliced,
and priced to a fellow auctioneer.
And so the project started,
with help from the planet's leader.
 
The glass was cheaper,
you see fellow reader,
but the robots managed to invade.
London got obliterated,
but the robots were shattered by the police.

 The army was destroyed,
the project was ruined,
and the buisnessman almost cried.
 
He tried to regain profit through various ways,
and he built a secret fairground.
But that was in Blackpool,
and he tripped over a beach ball,
and the buisnessman's name was Mr. Fuggleboppins.

© 2009 Peter Webb