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[aid] => Mick
[title] => Pillow Fighting Part 4
[time] => 2003-05-06 11:05:00
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[bodytext] => Caleb died soon after the War of the Kidd
On the report was the cause of death Loss of Brain: Had No More (Never Did) Blair retired because he lost all his hair That’s all he had left of his pride’s flare Chief was still kicking Mess with him and you’ll get a licking Chris, who was faster then Subzero Kept telling all the girls that he was the hero T.R. was buying a new pooper scooper And Spanky followed this intelligent trooper Josh was living it large Supplying us with pillows that were super charged Justin was soon to be married But this man was not to be harried JD was getting better everyday Learning pillow fighting in his own way I’m still alive and well So sit back while I ramble for a spell This is the tale of the War of the Kidd In my words some white lies are hid Our old enemy the Third Floor Teamed up with the Fourth and knocked on our door We were ready for the fight And none of us were planning to take flight The funniest sight you will ever see There stood Blair and Spanky Blair was Rambo with a gut And Spanky had two clubs from putt-putt Chief with his Tar Heels cap This man led our team and put Foley on the map T.R. was sneaking up on the rival floors JD followed him down the corridors Josh and I were a team But who said that we fought clean? Caleb was hiding when the war proceeded Our warnings were not heeded He walked straight into enemy ground And was soon knocked down What had hit him, he did not know But all he saw was a dancing star show TKO, he was out for good All because he stepped into the wrong neighborhood We didn’t care, I must confess Cause what is one Caleb more or less Chief had taken down ten opponents And this was in mere moments Blair and Justin stopped early to eat And it was getting hard to fight in this heat Three out and seven remained Our honor shall not be shamed First Floor came to our aid And sort of reimburse our spade We trampled the alliance Showing them where they could stick their defiance That was one of our final fights But you can hear more on other nights. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 145 [topic] => 25 [informant] => TundraHydra [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => MiscPoems )
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