Studio Banter wrote:
Ace wrote:
Make me a dank poem
Ace,
Ace the poker card,
Ace as in acing [insert],
Ace the economist,
Ace cardboard smoker,
This poem doesn't rhythm,
And rhythm doesn't have vowels,
But you do Ace,
Cuz you're acing the alphabet.
I think you're Danish Ace,
Seagalls and waffles,
Waffles and mainland problemrino,
But you're Belgian
,
I know that there's girls there,
What a lucky guy,
To be Ace.
Oh my dear Walrus,
You don't like that name, thus,
I shall refer to you as Studio riding the Banter bus.
You always stay polite, never cuss.
Enjoys as much as me observing a fuzz.
The only person in this community I truly trust.
Never afraid to make smartasses bite the dust.
It would be blasphemy to call you consumed by lust.
Loving you, my dear Studio Banter, is a must.