Gershon Wolf Poet Rhyme

You Sir, A Loser - A Footle that Dares to be Different

      Race is over
      Straits of Dover
      Not swum yet
        ~  lost the bet

       Nag’s name’s 
       Ferd’nand
         ran race
         ~ last place

        Super Bowl
        My team fell
           lost a mint
           ~ no misprint

          Last nickel          
          buy pickle
           tastes sour 
             ~ cold shower

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John Lawless January 25, 2026 at 5:27 AM you should always put your best footie forward......

Tom Cunningham January 24, 2026 at 10:28 PM Lol,you've just created the Gertle. Tom