Selfy flew
Like he always used to
Leaving all the past behind
His sinister sneer
A product of his absence of fear
Emerged when he escaped a Houdini bind
“Well done old chap”
He’d say during his victory lap
As he mocked whomever he left in the dust
It seemed his only foolish act
Was his habit of looking back
While the road ahead was still dangerous as engine rust
We’ll all know soon enough
If his escape turned into a bust
Are those eggs smeared all over his face?
It’s as tragic as the burning ice pack
dirty Franko felt deep in his back
Will Selfy surprisingly be asked to forfeit the race?
July 27, 2017
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October 25, 2017
Selfy flew
Like he always used to
Leaving all the past behind
His sinister sneer
A product of his absence of fear
Emerged when he escaped a Houdini bind
“Well done old chap”
He’d say during his victory lap
As he mocked whomever he left in the dust
It seemed his only foolish act
Was his habit of looking back
While the road ahead was still dangerous as engine rust
We’ll all know soon enough
If his escape turned into a bust
Are those eggs smeared all over his face?
It’s as tragic as the burning ice pack
dirty Franko felt deep in his back
Will Selfy surprisingly be asked to forfeit the race?