Dominique Webb Poet Monorhyme

High-Scores On Chuckie Egg

I reached level forty-one no probs, 
And won the game, but had sobs,
So that that just failing was fobs, 
If I determined not to join the slobs. 

So the next time I reached it, had bobs, 
Because it felt wrong to veer from your hobs, 
But I failed the level at the last post, robs, 
Since I couldn’t merge victory with my everyday disability, lobs, 

So the third game after that first success, probs, 
I let myself win again so my brother had gobs.

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