The only reason that I’m writin’ this rhyme,
Is to show you fools that this comp is mine
You may use fancy words to show off your smarts,
Yet two of you fools wrote about poopin’ and farts
Did you turn yours in late Mr. Postcrastinated?
Youd’ve been better off sayin a puppy ate it
You’re fleein’ to Saturn but can still feel my burn,
Your stories were weaker than workouts with fern
We got one more prose talkin’ bout what we fear,
Which I plan to plow through you like that Uber to deer
You got the first W, Like Father, Like Son,
With a PhD in being One and DONE
Hermes and Ma want to know if you sew,
But I’ll chew you up and spit you out like a mango
I got sick pythons, you know a doctor or vet?
Forget it I’m done here without breakin’ a sweat
HAHAHAHA😂. Sounds like it’s ON Boys!! These are Great! I still can’t get that dam ‘o my darlin’ song outa my head! Krap!
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