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Shape poem

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Some Mustaches are as brown as the darkest brown. It grows on your faceand some people grow them for fun. But then they shave them off when it gets to itchy.Some people (Like the French) grow them thin and twirl them around their fingers when they think on movies.My couzens dad has one but the never shaves it off so when he went to go say goodnight to them he would scrape it on our faces.

Epitaph

Here lies poor old Sam Who liked to eat a lot of ham She choked on some And it came out her bum Because she was really dumb

Acrostic Poem

R adical person I ndependent at all time L oud everyday E xcitable every moment Y odeling guy

Limerick

There once was a boy named Byron He loved to sound like a siren He made his mum proud She jumped into a cloud That’s the story of Byron