Treasure Island

Jay Lude

(7/29/90 / ohio)

Luder's Movies


What happened to Bugs Bunny
Or the movie of Blues Clues
The adventures of Barney
And sleeping through the news
There was Little Bear and Franklin
And movies about strangers
But the greatest of them all
Would have to be the Power Rangers
Now I’m into wrestling
And sports like football
And King James soaring through then air
With a basketball
Since of course I am a man
I enjoy movies with chicks
And like any teenage boy
I watch some porno flicks
What happened to Space Jam
And all them funny shows
When Michael Jackson was black
And his siblings had afros
But nothings funny anymore
And nothings really scary
At least I got my favorite show
A Night At The Roxberry

Submitted: Tuesday, April 11, 2006
Edited: Monday, July 12, 2010

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