Stale Crackers
wooden clackers
i hate fudge packers
theres friends and enimes
ive tryed sailin the 7 seas
and all i got was herpes
so i decided to drink a slurpie
and now i am satisfied
but that is classified
I think this poem just died
So I picked it up again
To once again begin
To tell my story twice
I think I'll eat some mice
with a little bit of rice
I also got lice
Isn't that nice
because of lice
I got it twice
Take my advice
when it comes to bread i always eat more than one slice

stale crackers
with narrow minds
those good ole boys
who view the world
from their behinds
always greet you
with a hey
heads full of straw
their word is law
they've got alot to say
in hopes to convert you
to their master plan

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Perhaps Ritz is more to your liking?
I place you under the witness protection plan.
Score*
Judge Wryter