Roses are red
Violets are blue
Poems should rhyme
But this one doesn't
Violets are blue
Poems should rhyme
But this one doesn't
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There once was a poster named Alex
who thought his posting was fantastic
Said training reports sucked, ducked the mucks and went ballistics
then spent a month is in the clink.
My poetry is about as good as Brad Symes kicking. Shocking.
I didn't realise Brad kicked that poorly.
There was a lad named Walker
Who was mates with Jeanch the Talker
When push came to shove
They didn't show much love
But left Rooch with egg on his porker.
Oh man, had forgotten that this certified gold existedHe was the Crows most famous name
All he wanted was a farewell game
Neil said "Nuts to you,
You're not best 22,"
Now his sons hate the club just the same
(pun intended)
Roses are red
My name's Dave
This poem makes no sense
Microwave.
Unfortunately I can't claim authorship of this work of brilliance.