I was out cycling in this green and pleasant land, when a horrible little kid decides to shoot at me with a staple gun. I was not impressed. However, having unfortunately left my machine gun at home and unable to pump him full of bullets, leaving him a pulpy, bloody mess on the road like a squished bunny, I merely went home and decided to write a haiku about it. Like you do.
I never got this kind of thing happening in London.
Boy shoots with staples
Acting tough in front of friends
I need a big gun