Rock Paper Scissors
Rock~paper~scissors
Cool mixing of the rock an paper,
Atlantis scorn, not their caper,
the Irish in their Macintosh,
were there with paper, rock to squash.
Run out of toilet paper.
Rock no shock, defeats the scissors still,
watch out for the paper, will?
Rock an stock will slap your ear,
There isn’t any bloody beer,
But are you fearful, chill.
Forget perhaps the scissors clash,
the rock was looking smug,
the paper wrapped around his dash,
saying “I’m just here to hug.”
But he was Pashed.
for pd's rock paper scissors contest
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2011
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