Best Miscast Poems
QuackTed doesn’t like his past.
He has yet to think fast:
Clear not shadowy past,
Lies warranting a blast…
Plain Butcher for Doctor
Poor Loser as Victor
Roles that rolled on to jail,
Court’s Ruling to not fail…
Flags we’d fly at half mast
For Heroes who did last;
Ted was The Damned Miscast:
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Categories:
miscast, abuse, death, evil, health,
Form:
Rhyme