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Hear ye! Hear ye! Cass Suedes are Missing....Film at Eleven
by Matt ForgetPaste the message on the boards
The boots are gone away
Save them boots! a man cried out
Through price and law youll pay!
Return the boots of red and suede
To found owner Cassie Blake
Cuz if you dont and run away
Youve made a big mistake.
Prepare your doom oh wretched one
The taker of such beauty
Even though youre wearing them
Youre still not much a cutie.
The boots belong to one such maiden
Who needs those boots the most
If she can't find her sacred suedes
Shell hunt from coast to coast
Dont tempt her for her anger
Or try to make her blue
Cuz all she's ever gonna do
Is walk all over you! 11/17/2002 Author's Note: Cass: The message is out. We'll find the boots. We'll hunt them down and tie them up and they will be yours once more.
Posted on 11/18/2002
Copyright © 2024 Matt Forget
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Cathlyn Cartier on 11/18/02 at 02:42 AM The epidemic has started, beware the "Red Suede Tide" ... so fun seeing the game get started again.... great sport, great poem |
| Posted by Rommel Cruz on 11/18/02 at 05:21 AM Funny one. Kinda reminds me of those town criers in medieval times. =) |
| Posted by Lori Johnson on 11/18/02 at 07:44 PM LOL, another good addition to the boot party. :)
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| Posted by Kalikala Smith on 03/27/03 at 03:46 PM what is this boot party? i wanna join the fun! anyways... wonderful poem just the same:) |
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