He once bestrode the world with muscles hard,
But got complacent and devolved, a sack of lard.
Once he built factories and towers: all was grand -
Alas, he died with his iPad in his hand.
[A four-line epitaph with an A-A-B-B rhyme scheme, as suggested by Og.]
Saturday, May 12, 2012
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He conquered the vaginer
He was a hell of a miner
Now he grows flaccid
Like pleasant Lake Placid
Sorry. It's all I had.
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