It’s a trifle unfair of me to hog all the limelight with my bibble all the time, so I thought I’d introduce you to the wonderful lyrical skills of my buddy, Rob Simpson. A published children’s poet, this guy can spin a limerick out of a couple of boring nouns and a very questionable adjective. He’s onboard the site now to offer a different kind of review. Without further ado about much, here’s Rob’s rhyming review for The Purge.
America 2022, not all that many years from now
They’ve reduced their crime to almost nil, so let me tell you how
For just one night in every year the country holds a purge you see
When everything is legal and there’s no criminality
And so we join a family on a well to do estate
With a father who fits security systems, like shutters, bar and gates
That night a siren rings out loud, the family are safely locked in
When the son hears a man in trouble outside…and decides to let him in
Then an angry mob rock up outside, they want the fella back
And if the family won’t comply….they’ll be in a world of c**p
I won’t ruin the movie by revealing the plot much more
Other than to let you know, the gang are soon INSIDE the door
There then follows an hour or so of fighting/stabbing/guns
It’s not going to win any Oscars, but by and large its fun
The plot may seem implausible but if WERE to happen at any rate
You can bet your bottom dollar, it would be in a place like the States
