User talk:Chicago Ted

A poem about....you.?
I wrote this poem awhile back and i thought you might want to hear it considering your name.


 * Ahem*

We were fighting infected all across the square The scent of their blood was in the air A Witch in the courtyard gave us quite a scare And things only got worse from there

When a Hunter grabbed Bill and thrashed him in twain Francis was hung by a Smoker as he howled in pain Zoey with her pistol and took careful aim She fired 2 shots, but it was all in vain

Just then, when all hope had been burned and bled The infected all scream and turned and fled Clothed in a flannel shirt blue black and red Came an angel of Badass, named Chicago Ted

With his shotguns a blazing, he slaughtered that horde Till he got bored of that, and switched to his sword His cap coated in blood, while us he ignored For the thrill of the hunt was his own reward

Now he was no Chuck Norris, don't get me wrong but Ted could do this crap all day long The Survivors lept up and fought along But ted would do this work for a song

With corpses piled as high as can be Old Ted lit a smoke, and howled with glee As he used his sword to carve notches you see Into his belt, a thousand times 53

As a Tank round the corner, we filled up with dread But he just laughed an shook his head With a powerful holler the Wild Savior said "NO ZOMBIE IS SAFE FROM CHICAGO TED!"

(by the way ,nice to meet another person who likes Zoey ;) CHEESE FOR EVERYONE!!! 22:09, February 3, 2010 (UTC)