A Star Wars poem by Kyle B. Dekker
We were at a cantina
Bib’s leku fell in the deep
A thing reached in and grabbed it
It was a Therm Scissorpunch
Therm Scissorpunch
Therm Scissorpunch
We were at the Pit of Carkoon
Every had matching X-38’s
Somebody went under a sail barge
And their they saw a Thermador
It wasn’t a thermador
It was a Therm Scissorpunch
Therm Scissorpunch
Therm Scissorpunch
Therm Scissorpunch
Therm Scissorpunch
A disgrace at the podrace
His engine cord broke
Lot’s of trouble
Lot’s of rubble
He was is a fit
Sitting in a cockpit
Therm, therm
Therm Scissorpunch
At Denny’s, At Denny’s
Punch scissors
Punch scissors
Let’s Scissorpunch
Farmboys in gold bikinis
Girls in airspeeders
Everybody’s a whiz
Everybody plays som some jizz
Twistin round the trapdoor
Jabba’s fun
Rancor eating
Rancor has em on the run
Put on chestguard
Put on the Imperial Guard
Pass the blue milk
Here comes the Jawa
There goes the Bantha
In walked a Quarren
There goes a Twi-Lek
Chased by an Ewok
In flew a Genosisan
Watch out for that Wookie
There goes a Sullustan
Here come a Wampa!
Therm Scissorpunch
Therm Scissorpunch
Therm Scissorpunch
Therm Scissorpunch
