How the liberals stole Christmas

There once was a little lad
Who's guns were a little mad
They had no food, They have no rounds
They can't make their sounds, They can't trigger Jerry Brown
So our little lad embarked on a trip to his LGS

On his way boy was he cheery
Although a little weary
For ammo is expensive in Kommiefornia
and LGS on the coast as rare as Narnia
With a grin on his face
He strode at a great pace
On his way to his LGS

This little lad boy was he glad
He was soon going to be able to make liberals mad
As he pushed open the door
His jaw dropped to the floor
There was no muh stopping power, no lmao 9mm, no tumble to wound
Our little lad frowned
There were no rounds to be found
At his LGS

He had forgotten
That liberals were rotten
The Great Kommiefornia Ammopocalypse had begun
And boy oh boy was it no fun
He asked the fudd
"Do you have any .22 lr bud"
The fudd lets out a hearty chuckle
Straining his belt buckle
The he said "I ain't got no .22 but in the back I got is a box of thirty aught six"
"and boy does it kick"
The lads forhead wrinkles
But then his eyes twinkle
For he has a 30-06 for deer
For when he doesn't want to be a gear queer
The lad speaks up "How much my good Sir?"
The fudd replies "43$ I would prefer"
The little lad says with a frown
"Mayble I'll check out of town"
The sad little lad
Was quite mad
He left his LGS

The little lad checked his phone
And let out a deep moan
There was no where to buy ammo
Nor camo
He was shit out of luck
Completeley fucked
But then he saw
and was in great awe
Ivan had a mystery box
and it was in stock
So he went online
And order in time
In an attempt to have fun
Without any guns
Since there is no ammo to be found in his LGS



Fuck California, Fuck Dianne Feinstein, Fuck Jerry Brown