Rob: A Poem

Written by Triangle717
First published on Triangle717.WordPress.com on July 3rd, 2012

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My name is Rob,
The cousin of Bob.
I have a dog
Who likes to mudbog.
You see I am not fussin’
When I say that my cousin
Is as crazy as a lumpkin.

My name is Rob,
The cousin of Bob.
I live on an island,
The island of Skyland.
I live in a box over yonder on hill
Where I sleep to quarter ’till.

My name is Rob,
The cousin of Bob.
There is another person on the island,
The island of Skyland.
He stays in one place,
Like the Eisenhace.
And says many things,
That are crazy even to the birds.

My name is Rob,
The cousin of Bob.
This guy on the island,
The island of Skyland,
Once said to the guy with the ladle,
“I hear they are gonna to give me the chair
And maybe even a lovely matching table.”

Said the guy with the ladle,
“You need to get a label!

My name is Rob,
The cousin of Bob.
My clothes are different from my cousins,
His pants are blue and his shirt is red,
While my pants are brown and shirt green.
I would rather the sand be red
Than having a bull charge at my head.

My name is Rob,
The cousin of Bob.
I have a dog,
A dog who likes to mudbog.
He is sacred of every ghost,
And everything which flotes amost.

My name is Rob,
The cousin of Bob.
How long will this song
Continue to dragon?

My name is Rob,
The cousin of Bob.
The Maelstrom cannot touch me,
For I live where he cannot see.
Purple fog is his disguise,
But to me, the pizza dough is on the rise.

My name is Rob,
The cousin of Bob.
When I cut your grass,
Why say “My heart is warm for you”,
When you really have gas,
And I just had to sheer an ewe?

My name is Rob,
The cousin of Bob.
My chair and lovely matching table,
Just arrived at my stable.
I must now bid you ado,
So I may cook my celebration ragu.

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Lumpkin: Someone who collects blades of grass.

Eisenhace: The Interstate Highway System, created by Dwight D. Eisenhower

Label: Head exam

Amost: along; in the wind