Mike's got a small biscuit.

King Matt II

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There once was a young fella
Mike was his name, biscuits on his brain
He stood under a big umbrella
As the jammy dodgers fell like rain

He likes to play cod
But not the fishy type
He went against god
And managed to beat the hype

Winning one but losing two
He couldn't come out on top
He was beaten with his own shoe
I could feel his brain go pop

And the end comes to this story
He just couldn't get it up
Little Mike Jr he likes to name Rory
Had an unfortunate hiccup

There you go Mike, there's your damn poem. Written at 7:29 am after I've been up all night so it's horrible because I'm tired and can't think straight. :<

He won one, I won two, but he still managed to force me into writing this. :<
 

King Matt II

Guest
=(

I'm usually better than this when it isn't rushed in 10 minutes time.
 
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