Poetry CreatOR II

Created by Jeff Lewis & Erik Sincoff

with help from Darin & Thad Nicholson

Story of Henry VIII
Anonymous
A panther tours from the calm Henry VIII,
Scoff not at my vile remarks bristly fiend
Everlasting land sharks omitting through the sky,
Piercing sounds, wails, crys, "Shut Up you profane king!"
"Holy flying hamhock, Batman!" he said contemtuously
He became many killer whales in a sad vessel.
With a youthful trumpet and a magnanimous enrich we pressed onward
His coat radiated like Aurora Borealis in the sky
Cry, for the loss has fallen like a leaden four wheeler upon you.


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