Bob was an utter tool,
A completely useless fool.
Then one day he died,
And no one cried,
Which his mother thought was quite cruel.
Monday, February 20, 2006
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2 comments:
Whoever is writing this shite
Should give up without any fight
Not funny, not smart
They're like a cream tart
Without any liquid that's white
A rhymer who calls himself God
It would seem has quite the facade
His meter is poor
And not funny. What's more
Is his site could be called only odd
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