Razer was a fat child

Who was very mild

He ate a lot of chocolate

And used a ton of colgate

He got diabetes

And a ton of cavities

He went to see the dentist

But instead met a psychiatrist

The psychiatrist said he was round

And that he weighed more than a hundred pound

So he got sad

And his condition became bad

He continued to stuff food

Thinking that it was good

He was so sad

He became mad

He took out a gun

And ate a hot-cross bun

And started shooting all that he saw,

His desire for blood made him thirst for more

Millions he murdered,

And thousands he slaughtered

Just because of a hundred pounds

Millions had been put in the ground

His never ending rage continued on

Till one day rose a fat boy called Ron

He pulled out a sword and fought with Razer

Both their swords were made of lazers

They fought for an hour

Showing their might and power

With a boom,a bang, and a clash,

The might Razer was turned to ash

So finally Death descended

And Razer was obliterated

And the crowd of people cheered for then on,

The Legacy of Ron the Saviour would reign on