One day, organized crime
Will decide that now is the time
To launder some money
Through low art that is funny
And also just happens to rhyme.
One day, organized crime
Will decide that now is the time
To launder some money
Through low art that is funny
And also just happens to rhyme.
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There once was a wizard of fire
Who was wont to displays of great ire
That involved fireballs
Amidst narrow walls
And this made his companions retire
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There once was a Roman dragoon
Who got stabbed by a harpoon.
The medic said, “He
“Really needs an IV.”
The Roman said, “It’s a four, you buffoon!”
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There once was a reader named collectionspeedyae66825e51
Who cut the wire on my post from two days ago and now it’s done…
Tomorrow looks at the news
And see what collectionspeedyae66825e51 did choose,
But for now I’m going to collectionspeedyae66825e5 RUN!
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There once was fish that was blue
And instead of just one there were two
And another was black.
Red you say? That sounds wack!
And also the fish were gay too.
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Mermaids tried to lure my friend Seth
To his untimely maritime death.
They were lithe and coquettish
But Seth has a foot fetish
And has yet to draw his final breath.
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There once was a man with a horse
That would not walk straight without force.
Inspired by this thought
The horse was soon shot
And the man made a board game instead.
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There once was a director of the choir
Who, after 50 years, decided to retire.
His boss gave a speech
Of such momentous reach
That I had no choice but to open fire.
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There once was a guy named Bob
Who’d never had a job.
He lived on his own
Died all alone,
Decomposed into an unrecognizable blob.
OR
Writing to share the memory of my beloved colleague and life coach, Robert.
He was a man of unparalleled entrepreneurial vision,
A self-made man and independent thinker
Who lived life on his own terms.
His passing inspires us all to further our ownership,
Reflect on our humility,
And scale our amorphous impacts toward the next incarnation of progress.