The Foiler [a.k.a. Rap Reynolds] is a fictional character I invented. Emma Bankz is also a fictional character. He can't be foiled with his aluminum headphones. With these headphones on he can hear the tune but can't be transported.
He foils all jokes, punchlines and jocularity He foils all contrary philosophies in hilarity He's sarcastic and sardonic, he's even ironic Soon to be iconic and witted supersonic He stands for absolute truth, this trailer trash sleuth Rap Reynolds is his name, giving noogies is his game This spark started in a trailer park Conceived to be, and to leave his mark A foiler of all who attempt comedy And the outcome (for them) is a tragedy All those who claim contrariness will be slain He will counteract the bane of the vain Spoiler alert The Foiler has come to foil the plans Ready, aim, fire and all the funny business dying with a laugh Oh no it seems every time an Eighties tune is played (Within earshot) I transport instantly to that time and space And for every knee slapper there is a counteract-er He never went to college and he'll steal all your musical knowledge P.S. Does he chortle and guffaw at every flaw Is he witty and urbane towards the lines that are flubbed Nah he just needs his tummy rubbed And even though she is in a different dimension He thinks a lot of Emma Bankz, she's his cardinal direction
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