Ask for a poem on the topic of your choosing. I will oblige, until I am too drunk to rhyme.
Fuck the Flyers, but thanks for the poem anyway.
There's a handful of us hockey fans here, /s/hockey
[Fuck the Flyers](https://i.imgur.com/lu34VFg.jpg), but thanks for the poem anyway.
There's a handful of us hockey fans here, /s/hockey
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.
----
I never claimed to be a poet, but here you go.
Such a slim sweet chance for that small black puck,
Yet the referee seems to have not given a fuck,
It got into the net, after the goalie it did clear,
But fortunately for the goalie,
The Pittsburgh Penguins are all queer,
Perhaps it was a bad call,
Perhaps it was silly,
But in all seriousness,
Fuck Pittsburgh,
Go Philly.
Fuck you I am drunk.
-Regards
Theodorekent.