With much Delight your Frequent Friender stays
Only by Her shows un-equalled Relief
With her Barmy Flag fixed your Sight in-place
Which rooted your Foundation beyond belief
Past Merrimost Fraggles keep to your own
To Prime Achievement your Focus succeed
As Time-Soaked Techniques caused Foxers to Blow
And nailed the Arian from shredding your Creed
So did your Jockish Coach in Spice and Pride
Lift his earned Tassels with a Glass of Wine
His Fancy - as his Postdecessor cried -
Knowing his Strategy paid-off in Kind.
Then to Her - a Thankful Bouquet you Show
Then to HER - a Pucker soon most will Know.

Two bros converged into a fellowhood
And stoked to share their Fight Club quotes
And be two broskis, juiced they stood,
And shotgunned PBRs, long as they could,
till they were wrecked in a sweet-*** boat

Then proclaimed the bros, into the air,
“Turn on the flatscreen, let’s watch the game”,
it was Saturday so the day was theirs;
and as they sat in their folding chairs,
the smell of axe the air became

And clad in their Costas they loudly played
a song no bro’s cracked iPhone lacks.
Oh, they know their bops like they know their whey!
They smelled their teen spirits and exhaled away,
JUUL clouds of fruit flavors with swag densely packed.

There is no replacing these two guys
and their dudely jockish fashion sense.
Two bros converged as two would, and aye-
They forged the path bros travel by,
a path of bliss and ignorance.