Mar 2012
Joel's mole dug a hole
in a grassy knoll....
the mole hit a pole
and started to roll....
he hit a troll
and they smoked the whole bowl
of mind control.
The troll asked for a toll,
but the mole was on parole.
Joel's mole has no soul.
in a grassy knoll....
the mole hit a pole
and started to roll....
he hit a troll
and they smoked the whole bowl
of mind control.
The troll asked for a toll,
but the mole was on parole.
Joel's mole has no soul.
This was not written by me...it was written for me on my 20th birthday by my classmates (and professor) during class. I claimed that "Joel" was not a good rhyming word, and thus this was born.
(St. Louis, MO)
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