By Josh and Sam Atkinson

A crocodile that is green,
I ripped out its spleen,
And for some strange reason it is mean!

I'm writing this perched
Upon my seat, eating some wheat,
My brother to my Right!
Actually its my Left,
But my hands are not deft,
So I finally see the light!

This poem is not forced,
Or even enforced,
Or race coursed,
But is still more origional,
(Not aboriginal!)
Than most of the stuff
(I like to huff)
On this website!

How con-tra-ver-sial!
He's a monster!
Not a sponsor!
Or a sailor!
Or a tailor!
Or a marsupial expert!
Though he does do some shady research into fighting Kangaroos!
At zoos!
In shoes!
Whoo!
By the way, I would just like to congratulate Jack and Brandon Green on their marriage, may they stay together forever!
(p.s. Whichever bastard stole my phone, I would like it back please!)

Back to the picture!
I'm not a stitch-er,
As I have no sewing implements to boast of!
Only a basting dish,
Though I do not eat fish!

Now its time for Josh to abscond,
For he will be defenestrated in to a pond!
By his lovely brother!

Now it's time for Sam's farewell:
WE'RE ROCK AND ROLL!
DRUGS!
MONEY!
FREE LOVE!
YEAH!
And cups of tea of course!