Matt Is Dead Poem by Selwot Rylet

Matt Is Dead



there once was a boy named Matt
he ate so much food he was fat
no women would touch him
so his future was grim
so he shot himself in his hat

Friday, January 4, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: food,future,women
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Selwot Rylet

Selwot Rylet

Ann Arbor
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