A poem for Mr. Roiland

[TabbyGarf]

In the depths of Twitter,
Where the average is teenager,
There's a man with a rod,
With a tip that's quite odd.

Justin Roiland's love for jailbait,
Is something that can't be beat,
With teens and tweens he'll play,
To catch the biggest catch of the day.

He'll cast out his line,
With bait that's just fine,
And wait for a bite,
On his grooming excite.

He'll reel in his match,
With a smile and a catch,
And release it back,
At school with a slap.

For Justin Roiland's love,
For jailbait is above,
All the rest,
It's truly the best.

So if you're ever out tweeting,
And see Justin with his grooming,
You'll know why he's there,
With his love for jailbait to share.​

 

[Gert7]

you can't rhyme bait with beat

 

[TabbyGarf]

you can't rhyme bait with beat

There once was a forum
Where the people were quite on the spectrum
But among them all
Was a retard named Gert
Who would make them all feel a bit pert

He'd wander around with a
And make quite a commotion within
He'd talk to himself
And cause quite a delf
Making the shitposters smilin'

He'd post on the thread without proof
And holler out the all the truth
that "You cant rhyme bait with beat"
But he never expected this treat:

A poem for Gert would be made
Not mentioning the secrets of his trade.
King of the Shoutbox he was named.
But only his absence was tamed.

Despite all his antics and pranks
The village still gave Gert their thanks
For his jester's role
Made them lose control
And forget all their daily ranks.

He may not have had much wit
But Gert brought them much needed mirth, in it
The village won't be the same
Without Gert's silly name
He was their beloved village Idiot.​

 

[Viril.Feline.Wyyzrd]

In the depths of Twitter,

Where the average is teenager,

There's a man with a rod,

With a tip that's quite odd.



Justin Roiland's love for jailbait,

Is something that can't be beat,

With teens and tweens he'll play,

To catch the biggest catch of the day.



He'll cast out his line,

With bait that's just fine,

And wait for a bite,

On his grooming excite.



He'll reel in his match,

With a smile and a catch,

And release it back,

At school with a slap.



For Justin Roiland's love,

For jailbait is above,

All the rest,

It's truly the best.



So if you're ever out tweeting,

And see Justin with his grooming,

You'll know why he's there,

With his love for jailbait to share.

There once was a forum

Where the people were quite on the spectrum

But among them all

Was a retard named Gert

Who would make them all feel a bit pert



He'd wander around with a 

And make quite a commotion within

He'd talk to himself

And cause quite a delf

Making the shitposters smilin'



He'd post on the thread without proof

And holler out the all the truth

that "You cant rhyme bait with beat"

But he never expected this treat:



A poem for Gert would be made

Not mentioning the secrets of his trade.

King of the Shoutbox he was named.

But only his absence was tamed.



Despite all his antics and pranks

The village still gave Gert their thanks

For his jester's role

Made them lose control

And forget all their daily ranks.



He may not have had much wit

But Gert brought them much neeed mirth, in it

The village won't be the same

Without Gert's silly name

He was their beloved village Idiot.

Damn; ur a good poet