Bourbon Street Yeet
I was at a wild party,
up above bourbon street.
When someone cried out,
so, what's a Yeet?
An imbibed guy replied,
as he rose from his seat.
"Au contraire Mes aims,
e'st fait accompli."
Well, a yeet's a teen yet,
that's still very messy.
Cause he styles his fine hair,
With ranch salad dressing.
Yeah, I wanna be fair,
but he had too many.
And it's always a blast,
when you party with French Yeti's!
I really don't speak French,
Only, English and bad grammar.
Hope I won't end up,
In the Poetry slammer.
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