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Mind that some of these poems may be simple and others may use the rhyme schemes of other famous poems. Credit is ever in my thoughts to the original creator. The simple parodies are here because the poems were written for English class and I just wanted a place to post them. Thank you for reading this and my poems, enjoy!

The Happy Fluffy Bunny 
The happy fluffy bunny
With the red vampire eyes
Lived in a pile of honey
Hanging within the sky

He happily jumped across the road
In front of Ryan's red car
The bunny was bored
Ryan was looking to squash a hare

Count Bunny stared into Ryan's eyes
 With danger in his eyes Ryan stared back
A duel this would be
On the deadly pavement of M-120

Ryan floored the gas
Count Bunny leaped ahead
Right on the yellow line to pass
The bunny went to bed
Written by: Jon
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Van's Gang In The Ghetto 
In the city alley man,
There stood the gang led by Van
While the ghetto fire burned,
They stood around and made a plan,
A good plan that needed Stan.
Only the smart cops had learned.

While Chicago burned
A long time ago, earned
Up jail time is yelling, ya.
 Van's plan was to burn the town,
Burn it, burn it to the ground.
Might the cops come stop it, na.

Ghetto cops are lazy cats.
Van armed his gang with big bats
And lightweight kevlar armor.
The T.L.P is going
Down, is it now snowing?
Let's get those stinky ugly farmers?

Van grabbed a big blue blowtorch,
It was sitting on the porch.
Its flame was like a green dragon's.
Van handed the blowtorch to Stan,
He lit it up in a can.
The gang piled into the wagon.

Down the road burning all stop signs,
Van's ghetto gang started laying mines.
The time has come cried mad Mike,
T.L.P's coming down now.
The ghetto fire burns a cow.
This poem is the total truth, sike.
Written by: Jon
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The Skaten 
Once upon a Monday dreary, while I skated, strong and long,
Over many a huge and well placed ramps of forgotten hard-core
While I did a grind, nearly tipping, suddenly there came a clapping,
As of someone gently cheering, cheering at want for more
"Tis some fan," I muttered, "clapping for more -
Only this and plenty more."

Ah, so not distinctly I remember it was in the clear November;
And each separate dying deck wrought its joy upon floor.
Eagerly I wished to skate; - vainly I had sought to date
From my ramp surcease of boredom - boredom of being poor -
For the plentiful and radiant ramp whom the skaters name loopore
Named here for eversore.
Written by: Jon
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The 12 Dodeca Stackers of Christmas 
On the twelfth day of Christmas my true love gave to me 12 cardiovascular bypass surgeries
11 chocolate milkshakes
10 dodeca stackers
9 Hersey pies
8 dodeca stackers
7 large fries
6 dodeca stackers
5 large Cokes
4 dodeca stackers
3 dodeca stackers
2 dodeca stackers
1 dodeca stackers
And some pieces of bacon.
Written by: Jon with family help
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