Ask for a poem on the topic of your choosing. I will oblige, until I am too drunk to rhyme.
I'll think about it, but only if you can write me a poem that correctly uses the word supplicate.
I'll think about it, but only if you can write me a poem that correctly uses the word supplicate.
Mister Kent is a sad mate,
for to whom we supplicate
that he join a fandom where
the owners actually care.
See, the Flyers haven't won,
though they have played quite a ton,
since their team could kind of jive
in nineteen seventy five.
I never claimed to be a poet, but here you go.
Mister Kent is a sad mate,
for to whom we supplicate
that he join a fandom where
the owners actually care.
See, the Flyers haven't won,
though they have played quite a ton,
since their team could kind of jive
in nineteen seventy five.
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I never claimed to be a poet, but here you go.
Fuck the Flyers, but thanks for the poem anyway.
There's a handful of us hockey fans here, /s/hockey