|
That's what I'm talking about tec. Great job.
Kinda weak, but here’s one off the top of my head:
There once was a dirty ol’ gent,
Ne’er paid back what he’d been lent.
Started at noon looking for he,
The collectors found him by three,
Doing nothing but tracking his scent.
Not wholly mine, but I helped:
On a merry-go-round in the night,
Coriolis was shaken with fright.
Despite how he walked,
'Twas like he was stalked,
By some fiend always pushing him right.
|