And here's another one based on another one of my friends.
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There once was a kid named Patrick,
no Hockey, therefor no hatrick,
he loved to fool around,
but made for a bad clown,
and acted like a huge dick.
We nicknamed him Patricia,
he used to be part of a militia,
but he had some bad asthma,
and couldn't rock the casba,
all alone rocking a Vista.
Pat woke up early to life weights,
to impress or annoy those that he hates,
he got all buff and lean,
but stayed sulky and mean,
all alone with no mates.
I just kid about my boy Pat.
whose on the verge of getting a cat,
a pet cause he is alone,
no urge to use his phone,
buying a pussy because he can't get that.
Did I mention he was a fan of the UFC,
trying to box, pretending to be,
loves to throw a punch,
won't ever by me lunch,
because he is a Jew and stingy.
A small glimpse of that Jew bastard,
taking this poem seriously is absurd,
I joke with him cause he is a friend,
I do it to them all, call it a trend,
Leave it at that, it'd be preferred.
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