Rock Paper Scissors

**For Destoyer Poet's Contest Rock ~ Paper ~ Scissors He threw ‘round his bouldery weight, Threatening to smash all with his gait Filled with shear fear Wishing paper was here, O’ our threads have been snipped by the fates! But in flew the papery prints The champion of scissors long since So loud did we rattle Crying out for a battle That the stout flint began to wince. Pulp pounced like a wafery veneer Then crumbling was all we could hear And after the trouble The remains were just rubble But paper knew something was *****. He screamed that we misunderstood, But it’s his head that’s made from thick wood With no rocky pain It’s scissors that reign And we cut him to shreds where he stood. **I should stop watching Game of Thrones LOL!