What is a Ruffles? Is he a chip? Made out of a parsnip? No, that can't be.... Perhaps our lordship is signified by the love, of others here that have written. Now, I may be mistaken but I'm almost positive he is not Satan. but who could say, for I could be lead astray. A ruffles, I think I am correct... Is not, perhaps, the best at swordplay. But if someone is as unlucky to be such a flunky. I suggest you run, and hide. Yes, a Ruffles, who has many schnozzles is made of love and joy You may have noticed that as I have typed this In pink, to summarize The love of the one, the many and the whole. -One
Ruffles, you are too great for a poem, so i will resort to reverse psychology. You are a mistake. That will make all other poems and stuff seem better in comparison now.
Ruffles says he is near to perfection But I can tell you he heads the opposite direction He states he is the great To that I must debate But you yell at your screen "you just made a poem so presteigne And made him bast in his glory And told such a good story What happened to your passion Toward his amazing fashion" To that I must say With wary dismay That now I can see To such a degree That his niceness is a guise Toward which I am much more wise So when some says Ruffles stop your petty scuffles drop your weapons and count your seconds If you get to three You may just see The light of the next day And just keep on your way Now this menacing figure Which I deliver Is not a piece of fiction Nor in a transcription This is a fact Now I must retract From my daily life As Ruffles now has a knife
