we called him shane

im not rlly a gud writer but here goes nothin...4 my friend shane, just 4 fun

it had the eyes of an eagle
breath as bad as a beagle

it was as fat as a hog
as fat as it liked to snog

his teeth werent the prettiest things i ever darn seen
but at least they were clean

he wasnt really smart
but wait till u can smell his fart

we called him shane
cuz he was a bit insane

his mind was really simple
his brain was no bigger than a pimple

this poem may not be the best
but it beats looking at his darn breast

the end
say bad things bout it as much as u want but at least shane will never know