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.