I wrote this poem while I was on the can...


I love the fall
I'm having a ball
Woncha give me a call
Jewish guys are named Saul
Give Keshawn the damn ball
I'm not very tall
I miss Yankee outfielders named Paul
People from the south speak with a drawl
When it's icy outside, old people fall
I like shopping at the mall
Im boncing off the wall