I Accidentally Killed Luke Skywalker
This poem was inspired by "Star Wars".

When Luke Skywalker visited our planet and my restaurant, he died.
Chewbacca and Leia were furious at me and they were after my hide.
Because Luke wasn't a human, he was allergic to salt.
When he ate some eggs, he died and it's all my fault.
I shut my restaurant's door and I decided to lock it.
Chewbacca busted down the door and ripped my arms out of their sockets.
If I hadn't salted Luke Skywalker's eggs, he'd still be alive.
I can't cook food or eat without arms, how will I survive?
Chewy also tore my restaurant apart, it's been wrecked.
I guess that I'll have to retire and draw a disability check.
Princess Leia was so furious that she blew off my pecker with her lasergun.
Han Solo would've kicked my ass too but he had been murdered by his son.
I still remember the good old days when I served burgers and malts.
If somebody from Luke's galaxy visits your restaurant, don't use salt.

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