Pop Sonnet #9830

Just had a slam banging comic con 2016
Arn McConnell knows what I mean
Only for Jon the world's greatest comic
Couldn't handle all of my shljck

Couldn't help but losing my mind
Beavis and butthead was about to rewind
Can you call me on Sunday night
About to duck out of the champion fight

These dudes at comic con were not in a movie
Charity work makes us feel groovy

Pop Sonnet #9831

I don't like peeps to feel bad
About to get back with a whole lofts Shannon glad
Breaking bread with the whole cash assortment

That's hirarious finish what you started finish the game
Epic fail joke reminder who knew there's old friends in the frame

I am loaded to the bag with a chiller for noobs
My nose at the dishes didn't spill goons

Pop Sonnet #9832

The high desert oaks just gave me the ride of my life
Dead baby Nazi arm was awesome sauce strife
Back to the books the last time I lost my life
Mind yer manners and laugh again after the knife

Don't make bad jokes or we all gonna die
Had to loosen up with some days a rye

Even if you knew the way to get started
Star wars went down for the faithfully departed

Pop Sonnet #9833

Zeroing out for somebody else day
Word out Mr. Jon it would have ruined my day

Draggin ass all around the parkway to play
Even in emptiness lessons are gray

When Beavis and buy These trows widda kids
Had to get back and shave off de kids

Couldn't have done it widda meddling shids
Even dough Lucas knew da knew bids

Pop Sonnet #9834

Trying not to embarass the worst that not happened
Even when you forgave the old crap end

Maybe I could make you be sure about
Living the dream and making up for yer doubt

Hey man you got this my bags were increasing
Everything else is the monkey shine greasing

Not trying to make anyone feel bad
Set is no thought kill that was prett6 rad

Pop Sonnet #9835

The imbecilic dead telluriders money ploy worked
I kind of felt like a really big jerked
And old Paul sweeting and Todd braley toned out
Widdout Mr. Lance set was never a doubt

When you find reason and logic good game
Even dough death sticks were making us lame

And when script notes were oozing from street smarts who knew

Pop Sonnet #9836

About to give uncle Jon his three eights and six
It's an arbritray countdown all widda typos
See us all illogical friginal original

This once in a lifetime lyrical quest
For once in a lifetime you want to think rest

Switch off Da dam telly
Mary Kim belly Kelly

Pop Sonnet #9837

You are allowed to say what you want Damn mine eyes Virgil
Spurgeonbtge surgeon
Live widda vittle

Everyone had a fantastic day
Even dough arn makes it all go away

Wise guy ase Blair on de telly
He was not kooky any bit smelly

Pop Sonnet #9838

This fix was in rare breed gonna hafta test this terrible theory
Afterwards females all gettin leery
Widda uncle Jon hale the veil getting neary

Weary hasta loco en razzmazztazz vixen
Indigo vixen you owe me cologne
Bout to underaxt for emperor Jon
He was about to have Tom now da lawn

Illin all day chillin all night
Got to rewrite the lighters as night

Pop Sonnet #9839

It all ended well in a bad round of golf
We are old friends from back in da day
Even dough interests wasted away
Gotta look out for everyone elsewhennyoubget back to da top of high games

Tendonitis is a bad feeling to have
Cry me a river my friend when this makes you savv

Collect a local migraine from friends you give a headache
The dinner all day was better than cake
And all my cares were at the bottom of a lake
Jon put the seal on the deal for the snake