Kelvin Rush Poems

You keep on asking as if we're blessed
There are no answers for us to digest
Man has no insight to the meaning of life
It's futile and full of pain and strife
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There once was a salmon called Ray
Who ended up on a plate one day
He was doused in salt
He'd no choice but to revolt
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There once was a joke called Bart
Who wasn't as funny as he thought
When no one laughed
He looked extremely daft
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