Master Shake
he's gonna take it
he don't fake it
he will snake it
then he break it
he get naked
and forsake it
Frylock
he's a jock
hear him talk
watch him rock
he wear no socks
he need no locks
he gets his rocks off
listenin' to Rachmaninoff
Meatwad
he's our god
a little odd
a crazy sod
he eat the pod
he actin' mod
like Sweeny Todd
the Aqua-Teen
know what I mean
they on the scene
they lean and mean
the cool machine
smoothe and clean
Aqua-Teen Hunger Force
Number One in the Hood, G
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Boromir's Battle
Royalton, Minnesota
Written August 7th, 2005
In a list
A contest entry
- Elizabeth's Motley (a few choices) by tinuelena.
300 points, ended August 13, 2005, 3 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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I can't write a humorous piece if my life depended on it, and although this is a bit peculiar (I guess it came from one of the choices), it does have a beat and, if someone were to try and record it, would also make a good breakdance song. This kinda reminds me of some of those old-school rap battles, where guys would be standing at the corner spitting their best and fastest rhymes to claim the spot of best MC on the mic. (Or so they hoped, anyway!) This is great! I wish you all the best of luck with the contest.
P.S.: thanks for commenting to my newest piece. You're right; anyone who is too much of a coward to accept his own is no type of father. I have at least learned that much in life.
Many blessings,
Raven Aurora
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