Rhyme For No Reason
4 HIM gathered, ’twas the break of dawn
Bogo planted the flag in the lawn
2 more arrived, comin’ in hot
Sabre was driving, the turn he forgot
“Let’s do two laps ‘round that pickle,
heck let’s make it three, I’m feelin’ fickle”
Now time for a warmup, start from the top:
GMs, windmills, Fazio, Straddle Hops.
When what to my wondering eyes did appear?
But a deck of cards, and a workout to fear.
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