MY MATE RYAN

Ryan was going swimming,

His shorts were done up tight.

But what he didn’t notice

Was that the stitching was very light.

When he dived all you could hear,

Was a giant roar.

As his bright yellow shorts,

Sunk to the ocean floor.

His face turned,

A tomato red.

As everyone on the beach,

fainted and are now dead.

He crept over,

And stole someone’s shorts.

And now his in,

The highest of all courts.

So that’s the story,

Of my friend Ryan.

Who was sent to jail,

And is now die’n.