Saturday, May 13, 2006
okay...for all of you out there who have oh so randomly decided that you can beat me in a rhyming competition...well so far i have been beaten by two...thats right TWO!...in my whole life...but i was much younger then...and keep in mind...that i have even beaten my dear brother...he will deny it for all it was worth...and granted it was dark...he Must have been creativley stifled...now before we continue this competition...we must lay out some rules...or so i thot...then realized...that we know the rules...speaking of which...i beleive that ali is disqulaified (so soon?)...so lets go 'unki mack'...in the words of my dearest brother...bring it...i'll beat you till u no longer deserve a floppy-eared hare!
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she wears pants with a flare
they are shaped like a pear
we should all get a pair
let's go out for some air
come with me if you dare
All I hear is you blare
you sound like a dying mare
I think maybe it's because
there is something caught in your underwear
But maybe you just don't care
for people you like to scare
at least, unlike you, my butt isn't bare
i know you always say that it is from your run-in with the teddy-bear
your poor pants will now forever have a tear
since your pant shave been ripped you will forever sit on that chair
and at the passersby you will swear
as they all point, laugh, and stare
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