Solo, And The Musty Ranger - Poem by Derrick Clark
Solo, and the wandering kin.
Nickname: Moldy ans Spoiled.
As the two, funking up the land.
Riding there bicycles, on a scorning day.
Approaching Solo, the tarnished one;
the rover's, with nomadic looks.
Like, they live in the prehistoric period.
Moldy and Spoiled, need to come back to the future.
In search of finding, there trash-can looking female.
Moldy ask, Solo my master! Tell me, if you seen Garbage Sue?
Hell-no, I did'nt see her! Youu and Garbage Sue,
need some disinfectant spray, used it; and jump in the lake.
'Why, Moldy can't think for himself! '
Im like Darth Vader: Moldy, im am your father!
As, we rode the bikes, to the library, to cool off.
Spoiled ask me, can he wear my belt?
Hell-ya, you can wear it!
With your seven years straight, sour boxer wearing butt.
'Hanging around these character, would make you kill yourself! '
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