TINA'S BUSTED RHYMES

POEM ONE:
I like big butts and I cannot lie,
It's time for this song to die.
Chickens are ugly,
Your aunt is a flowering fugly,
Muffins made of pork rye.
POEM TWO:
My cat is a brat,
He scratches my lap.
Get high on pot,
smoke it up a lot,
Rat-a-tat-tat,
I'll make your neck snap back.
POEM THREE:
George Clooney is a looney,
Fat Chunk is a Goonie.
Wigwam is a tater crunch,
I used to have a Hugga-Bunch,
Don't die yet, Mickey Rooney.
POEM FOUR:
2001,
Time to get a gun.
I have a turtle named Myrtle,
She wears a tight girdle,
With scissors, I run.