The name's Darren Cross
Yellowjacket is the boss
Ethics go for a toss
When the choice is between ketchup and sauce
My fist's made of brass
My laser pulverize the grass
Weigh scale measures mass
This poem has got bass
Its not dude, its lass
I won't call, I'll rather pass
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Random poems
PoesieSong-like poems made mainly for the fun rhyming effect than anything else. No deep meanings, no complicated and flowery language; just good-old random poems.
