TIM-
you're much cooler than the BRIM
of your HAT.
No one wants to hit you with a BASEballBAT.
A thug cheerleader would CALL you "PHAT"
I can't think of anything that's good to RHYME with THAT
When you're down I'll buy you A fruitBASK...AT.
The rhyme scheme falls under poetic license so DEAL with THAT.
SUICIDESEASON-
you are one of the REASONS I post my THOUGHTS
I must admit it's kinda fun to BEEEE your BOSS.
I'm up on hygeine but you don't even NEED to FLOSS
One of my favorite words is AL-ba-TROSS
You never ever seem to MAKE me CROSS
If you were ever to leave it'd BEEE our LOSS
If you had hope in a good ending that HOPE is LOST.
(If you're ever down check it out Tim...! I woke up after not sleeping for FOREVER and this is the first thing that popped in my head, i was kinda hopping from one leg to another while singing it under my breathe. I keep thinking of three's company when i read it over though... weird....)
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