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Poem Number 989

The Boy Stood on the Burning Deck
ring of rum around his neck
in his drunkin' state, thought what to heck
shot the captain in the head, killed the S.O.B.
deader than dead
you r dumb
And the rest fled
yo yo
hey hey
bla bla
sooooooooooooo
hi world
hey ho watch it flow
krazykrackers
homie g
eatsomepeas
watcha ya
Sam you are dumb
alicia
im so cool
bla bla sam
noyoustink
fgfgxtgsxvxcvxgv
kik watch your back
nojosh
waz up
give me to per i need to per
u stink sam
stop
WHATZ UP SAMMY
yoyo sam u can't be cool
i did it
HELLO
i did it from josh


Commentary:
When I was in high school, our English teacher asked what was our favorite poem. This was mine:

The boy stood on the burning deck.
The flames were burning him.
The reason why he did not jump
Was because he could not swim.
...BR
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When I was a wee'un, my dad told me this version he'd read in a newspaper publication during his tour in the second big war:

The boy stood on the burning deck
eating peanuts by the peck
the flames swept in
they licked his chin
but still he rolled those goobers in.
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The boy stood on the burning deck
eating peanuts by the peck
the flames swept in and licked his chin
but still he rolled those goobers in.

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WHATZ UP SAMMY
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SAMMY ITS NAONI WRITE BACK

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SAMMY ITS NAONI WRITE BACK

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waz up tell me the 411
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