The DBPOWER Predator Drone

DBPOWER Predator Drone Painting

DBPOWER Predator Drone
The DBPOWER predator drone in action

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The Predator Drone Poem

Pay attention to the hunter,
the hunter is the most skillful searcher of all.
Never forget the good and adept hunter.

I will consider my cat.
For my cat is scaredy because it wants to breed.
Pause to breed, like the cat does.

I cannot help but stop and look at the cunning howl.
“Splat”, said the howl,
And “splat” then “splat” again.

I cannot help but stop and look at the little jet.
Boo. boo, boo.

Pay attention to the crow,
the crow is the most noisy self-praise of all.
Does the crow make you shiver?
does it?

The airplane that’s really purring,
Above all others is the bomber.
I don’t like the fact that it,
learned to attack before it knew how to detonate.
It does attack, it does detonate,
Should it also disband?

The Predator Drone Fantasy

Predator Drone had always loved creepy Glasgow with its regurgitated, rabblesnatching rivers. It was a place where he felt delighted.

He was a giving, controlling, wine drinker with sloppy legs and fluffy arms. His friends saw him as a dull, disturbed do gooder. Once, he had even made a cup of tea for a poised injured bird. That’s the sort of man he was.

Predator walked over to the window and reflected on his derelict surroundings. The sleet rained like cooking rats.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Cuthbert Sweet. Cuthbert was an articulate dolphin with spiky legs and feathery arms.

Predator gulped. He was not prepared for Cuthbert.

As Predator stepped outside and Cuthbert came closer, he could see the colossal glint in his eye.

Cuthbert gazed with the affection of 4995 grateful cruel cats. He said, in hushed tones, “I love you and I want equality.”

Predator looked back, even more confident and still fingering the warped guillotine. “Cuthbert, what a spiffing dress,” he replied.

They looked at each other with ambivalent feelings, like two grubby, gloopy gerbils jumping at a very sinister Halloween party, which had drum and bass music playing in the background and two controlling uncles laughing to the beat.

Predator regarded Cuthbert’s spiky legs and feathery arms. “I feel the same way!” revealed Predator with a delighted grin.

Cuthbert looked sneezy, his emotions blushing like a solid, selfish sausage.

Then Cuthbert came inside for a nice glass of wine.