The Bob Poem
                                                
                                       By Jeff Long
                               Assisted by Ben Willson
                                                
                                       Bob is cool
                                     Bob is the man
                                   Bob ain't no fool
                                    Bob's got a plan
                                                
                                   Bob's got a knife
                                    Bob's got a gun
                                 Bob stabbed his wife
                                 And Bob shot his son
                                                
                                   Bob's got a brain
                                    Bob owns a farm
                                 Bob harvested grain
                           Then he burnt down his barn
                                                
                                With a rake and a hoe
                                 Bob beat up his dog
                              Then he decided to throw
                                The corpse into a bog
                                                
                               While starting his car
                                   Bob got a blister
                               But that didn't go far
                              Toward saving his sister
                                                
                                Now Bob's on the road
                                Bob drives like a man
                                 Bob ran over a toad
                             Then he side-swiped a van
                                                
                                Bob zigged and zagged
                               He don't got cold feet
                               He splattered some hag
                                 all over the street
                                                
                              Now Bob's fleein' a cop
                                 He's now on the run
                           At red lights he don't stop
                                 He just uses his gun
                                                
                                 The cop fired a shot
                                 And hit a young boy
                                 He died on the spot
                            While Bob laughed with joy
                                                
                                  Bob ran over a cat
                            While driving on the grass
                           Now the cat was smashed flat
                           But Bob's car was out of gas
                                                
                             So Bob went to McDonald's
                             He had a burger and fries
                             He shot that clown Ronald
                              Right between his two eyes