I Fought Sylvester Stallone

(This is a fictional poem) I had dinner at one of the best restaurants in Hollywood. The prices were high but the food was good. Sylvester Stallone came in the restaurant with Lindsay Lohan. This was something I didn't understand. Why was she dating him? He's old enough to be her granddad. I overheard what he said to her and it made me mad. He said that because he was paying for her dinner, he was entitled to take her to bed. I got up and hit him in the head. I invited him outside to have a fight. I thought I'd win because he was doing wrong and I was doing right. But he beat the hell out of me. As I laid on the ground bleeding, here came Mister T. Mister T told Stallone to leave me alone and if he didn't, he'd break his bones. Stallone said "I whooped you in Rocky III and I can do it again." They got in a fight but Stallone didn't win. After Mister T beat him to a bloody pulp, he said "I pity the fool." Usually I'm against violence but this time it was pretty cool. Mister T helped me get up and he dusted me off. Stallone broke my ribs and it hurts like hell when I cough. I don't regret fighting Stallone even though I didn't win. I was thrilled to hear that Lindsay Lohan would never date him again.