My Invocation

I liked how my Invocation turned out so I thought I'd post it here.

My Invocation

Rob Haarstad

1 Tell me, Muse, a story to end all.

A story, hopefully not a bore at all.

A story of a man more famous than none at all.

With skin so pale, lighter than buttocks of I.

5 With hair so great, point and laugh old men do, no one can relate.

With a voice smoother than a donkey of the fringes of death.

Eyes more blue than the night sky times negative dye.

Hero of females, yet “friend zoned” always is.

Knower of all excluding logic, reason, common sense, French, math,

10 reading, science, and basic heterogeneous skills.

With facial hair manlier than a twelve year old girl

Talent so few, reduced to the line of offense.

Youthful still, laughs at jokes of own,

mother still picks garments to bestow upon her own.

15 Tamer of the horseless carriage, always give, never thanked.

Jealous of all, for no hockey he plays.

Sing to me, muse, for I need a fright,

a story of a man with no delight in sight.

A story where he conquered all in end,

20 glory and fame in future, yet still sleeps in single bed.

The Champion of Edina School of High.

a story, still, not as big as his thigh.

A story of a man simply known as:

Stad Number Two.