Another feeble attempt at poetry. This is what happens when you demand too much of the talent.
Fear not, for I shall save the day indeed.
And you my friend appear to be in need.
Of these words I beg of you to take heed.
Don’t let yourself be overcome by greed.
Even though men may speak of me great ill,
I shall be your fearless leader still.
Some make promises they will never keep.
But I promise to look before I leap.
With me you will never have cause to fear,
I have a never ending supply of beer.
Every single word from me you hear,
will make you want to stand up and cheer.
There are many more things that I could say,
but I shall end with have a pleasant day.
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