Song of the Band's Obeisance: LSJUMB Killer Trumpz Sonnet No. CXXX(b)
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You really don't want to see the other CXXIX
By Benspeare Turek
(Special thanks to an anonymous contributor, who goes only by William Marlow)

Most other folks are nothing like the trumpz:
Each trump plays on while others' lips bleed red.
Libid'nously we hoard the whole band's humpz
Lest we, as they, do naught, but sleep, in bed.
Zealous and proud we bear the red and white;
Spirit like this eludes those feeble geeks.
Undone by nitrous, tenrz have no fight;
Crack scented breath from wasted altoz reeks.
Killer trumpz imbibe tequila's glow;
Most Bonz quaff rum, or fluids vastly worse.
Young kids in school are always taught to know
A "Villamelle"'s a shoddy sort of verse.
So one can see, while being wholly fair:
Such fools as they, with trumpz, just can't compare.