Disclaimer: This poem was not written by the poet of this blog. He has standards.
Ode to Rob
Rob, Rob
You are a knob.
And for the purpose of rhymes,
You're also a slob.
I look at you, sat over there,
Oh how I envy you have no hair!
You're playing some shit on your ukulele,
Oh what a shame you'll never lay....
Eggs!
I must end this poem with a final line,
You asked for steak,
But I just dont have the time!
BOOM!
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