Meet The Boastfuls Part Four Poem by Tom Billsborough
Meet The Boastfuls Part Four
You've heard of ol' Babe Ruth,
but guys let's have the truth.
I may well be blind
But I think you'll find
I slugged more runs forsooth.
Tom, not only are YOU archaic, but so is the last word in your poem! for·sooth /fərˈso͞oTH/ adverb archaic•humorous adverb: forsooth indeed (often used ironically or to express surprise or indignation) . (cont.)
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8/14/2025 3:04:46 PM # 1.0.0
(cont.) Baby Ruth was and still is a candy bar, made with nougat, which is like tar, but... it's oh so sweet, which is the honest truth, so much it'll rot, in your mouth, each tooth! yours to MyPoemList. mine to(oth) the dentist. bri :)