Conquer Club

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A foreigner said 'I have heard
Your language is really absurd
The spelling is weird
Much worse than I feared
For word rhymes with bird, nerd or turd

The Viking had sagas of wore,
Of monsters, and hunting the bar
The poems he sead
Were all in his haid
No wonder his spelling was pour.

There was a young man of Japan,
Who wrote verse that never would scan.
When folks told him so
He replied 'Yes I know
But I always try and get as many words into the last line as I possibly can.'

There once was a shirt called "Untickit."
It's not shipped, sad to say, in a bucket.
When I'm asked how it felt,
Wear a shirt over belt,
I can't say, for they've yet got to truck it.

There once was a fellow called tzor
who was really a bit of a bore.
He'd a brain in his head
but it has to be said
He didn't know what it was for.

There once was a lad named Tzor
He hailed from a state called New York
He played on a site called CC
His posts were nothing but pee pee
I try to avoid them
He writes like a Mormon
So I clicked on the tab "ignore him"

There was once a thread about poems
which quickly descended to "blow him"s
It wasn't about tzor
But none remember what for
So we treat him like Jeroboam