TINA'S BUSTED RHYMES

POEM ONE:
Vote for Al Gore,
His wife is a whore.
Nothin’ like losin’,
His team’s a boozin’,
I buy meat at the store.
POEM TWO:
Turkey calls of the wild,
Gizzard chopping is loud.
Monkey see,
Monkey poo,
I like to fart in a crowd.
POEM THREE:
This one’s to my homies,
Mom makes Rice-A-Ronies.
Burp in my hole,
Cheerleaders roll,
I love ponies.
POEM FOUR:
Trix are for kids,
Fat dumb pigs.
Turkeys eat spinach,
Wicket yells "Figgach",
Bald ladies wear wigs.