Night Before Last - Poem by Rober Fadoodlebob
The night before the last night i was with your mom,
she accidently called me tom.
I said 'b**** my name is Rober fadoodlebob,
then we ate corn on the cob.
I took her to the movies,
then after the movie she showed me her boobies.
She looked like she was 92,
the sight of her had me feeling blue.
She looked like something off of discovery channel,
that wears nothing but flannel.
Well i think my story is done,
now imma go home and have some fun.
with yo sista, , , , , , , BURN!
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