Johnathon Bart Poet Bio

Karate Terror

Tae Kwon Do Promotion tests,
And several schools did meet
To take our tests for promotion,
When I first met killer feet

We all sat on the Do-Jo floor'
Awaiting each our turn,
But there was one karate warrior
His feet could kill us all
How he ever showed up,
I'll never figure out such gall

His power wasn't a punch,
Nor a deadly kick to head,
His power was in the stench,
Of his feet instead....

I kid you not,
Smelt like he wore plastic shoes,
and never washed his feet,
Oh, the Tae Kwon Do blues!!
It was hard to keep one's seat

It was hard to remain in the do-jo
I wish we had some air,
While Stench-foot killer student,
Sat totally unaware....

The odor was overpowering,
We gagged, we coughed,
We choked,
As stench foot sat there,
His foot he gently stroked....

He was by far the scariest student,
Even sitting there,
The odoriferous attack in 
The surrounding air....

So if you join that do-jo,
Bring a nose clip too,
Before the stench of feet,
Gets the best of you!

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