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If someone asks why
I happen to have a rubber band
(or two, or five)
on my wrist,
I'll be happy to explain.
You see, my group of friends and I have
frequent rubber band wars.
And I'm a resident sharpshooter.
I wonder why we didn't start this tradition years ago;
it's amazingly fun.
It all started when my brother and I
got rubber band guns for Christmas.
Our aunt and uncle
got them too.
The battles were many,
and we all had a blast.
Our grandmother was finding rubber bands
in the potted plants
for months to come.
A while later some friends came over,
and it started all over again.
Not only that, but it wasn't long before
we were having rubber band fights
outside, during lunch
at school.
Surprisingly, the teachers didn't mind,
as long as we didn't disrupt class.
I still remember one teacher cheering me on
when I undeniably won a shootout
with another classmate.
Due to all the practicing I do,
I'm one of the better [best] shots in our group.
Hehehehe.
Ahem.
Though no one wants to fights me one-on-one,
they always want me on their team
for the all-out wars.
And these can happen just about anytime.
Which is why I wear rubber bands on my wrist:
the useful quick-draw holster.
I'm ready.
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