Bri Edwards Sports Poems

I've got a friend; his name is "Bill"; in truth he's Willard.
He grew up where there could be a cold and snowy blizzard.
Now he lives in the far off tropic isle of Fiji....
where all precipitation is wiped off with a squeegee.
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Bobo** said (in a low voice) :"Hey Steve, what the Hell ya doin'?
Spit out that 'bacco, as I shall allow MY players NO chewin'....
unless it's just Double Bubble, and then you've got to share.
Bring some tomorrow, here to Rm.218; bring it to my chair."
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