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This is my favorite creation. I made this for a project. I think this poem is creativity even with the spelling errors and such. I made this because of Bron’s sweeps in the first two rounds of the playoffs. Sweep was replaced with Swoop to rhyme with hoop.

At the bottom of a hole was a nugget

it was Bill, with a spade, who had dug it.

He had shovelled for days

in a variety of ways

now all was left was to lug it.

Which seemed just a bunch of sad cases

Till voters turned dumb

And elected the scum

In one of out time’s worst disgraces.

 A young schizophrenic named Struther,
Who learned of the death of his Brother,
  Said, “I know that its bad,
   But I don’t feel too sad.
    After all, I still have each other.”

The incredible Wizard of Oz
Retired from his business becoz
  due to up-to-date science,
  To most of his clients,
He wasn’t the Wizard he woz.

There was an old gent from Hyde
Who ate rotten apples and died.
  The apples fermented
  Inside the lamented
And made cider inside his inside.
Said an ape as he swung by his tail,
To his offspring both female and male,
  “From your offspring, my dears,
  In a couple of years,
May evolve a professor at Yale.”

ther once was a dog

named Ginger

who licked anyone who would linger

she wasn’t too old

she wasn’t too bright

but she loved you from your toes

to your fingers.

there once was a nurse

named Fran

whose dress

flew as she ran

back & forth

too& fro

passing meds at Rae-Ann.

there once was a lady

named jean

whose favorite color was green

no shade did she lack

they all went with black

because it made her look

thinner, it seemed.

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Sophie Limerick

there once was a woman

named Sophie

who had charm, wit, and moxie

she loved things antique

that she could sell in a wink

at a church or a hall

a garage or a stall,

and sometimes even on e-bay.