An Ode To The Original Challenge Whore
There once was a man named Hardy
Whose game was nothing like Roddy
He couldn't relate to the younglings,
Their unsanitary toothbrush scrubbings,
So he aligned with the one like his Mommy
His demise soon did befall him
By a socio-path, a Joker-ish villain
Whose smile he didn't resist then
But when the crunch was on
He should've given great slack
To the man with the hairier back
















