Poetry Corner
Ode To The Beavers - By Erin
The screamin' beavers, no average ultimate team
If you look close, you'll see their eyes gleam.
Their pupils may be dilated and their injuries numerous
But their spirit and attitude make them ferocious.
They'll put down your momma, singin' rude songs,
That invariably include bodily functions gone wrong.
They may not go naked, or flash on demand
But they'll encourage the brave & give 'em a hand.
What holds this team together, too close for comfort
Is the common bond of beer - pretty much any sort.
Through their travels together, they've come a long way
The screamin' beavers will live to play another day.
Ode To My Mom's Cooking - By Steve
red snapper red snapper
You're my favorite dish
but whenever i eat you
I get this big itch.
Ode To Steve - By Stew
There once was a guy named Steve
Who's smell made everyone leave
But his biggest pet peeve
was Stew's long sleeve
And Stephane's pubic hair weave
Groovy - By Anonymous
The beavers from Canada
the yeti i meti was seti
tripped on a piece of enchallada
Mashed potatoes, where's the gravy baby?
El Fresco - By Stew
There once was a team named the beavers
Those gnarly ultimate over achievers
They let Spencer Sing,
With his small ding-a-ling
And he gave all the chicks jungle fever.
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