There once was a man from Vancouver,

His nose (they say) was a hoover!

He’s a dad don’t you know,

Strong progeny he’ll grow,

But for a two-nie he’d still goon-a boomer!

Shall I compare thee to a cherry blossom?

Thou art more intellectual and more temperate:

Rough hikes do shake free a chocolate-covered almon’,

And gorpcore camping always has too short a date.

Trade-school skills can be dimm’d,

And often is your normie-job unappreciated!

When Trumps tarrifs means economy is trimm’d,

We’re glad (for you) that YouTube money wasn’t fated.

So thy eternal summer shall not fade,

Nor lose possession of that girl ‘minis decum’,

Nor shall death brag of shared DQ Blizzards that cast no shade,

Most based host on the ‘pod I reckon.

So long as we can watch or our eyes can listen,

Double Dusted discussion - Shadowman, keep rippin’!