People who pick their pants at Piper’s,
Are likely to have a cow.
For those who buy their pants there,
Will feel ripped off tremendously.
Their pants are stiff, stinky, and crusty,
As well as costing tons of money.
They’ll make you look so much fatter,
Than you actually are when you look in the mirror.
Timmy Thomas the tech teacher,
Bought his pants there,
And was humiliated when,
His students laughed at him.
Now Timmy doesn’t shop at Piper’s,
Because of the products they sell.
Old, dirty, used sneakers,
And rotten, spoiled milk.
So come down to Barbra’s Quality store,
Where everything is top quality,
We’ll make sure every things not passed the due date,
And you’ll never find a fine mess.
Author notes
Wrote this poem for a poetry project.
It makes no sense at all.
Comments, s'il vous plâit?
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im srry but i have to take this out of the contest cuz one of my rulez wut it HAD TO rhyme. thanx for entering tho...im never buying pants there...
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That's ok! I guess I skipped the part where it said it had to rhyme XD
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