Mates With Freights And Guys With Pies

This poem is dedicated to the 4 mates
that drive lots of freights
with lots of chocolate dates,
put on heaps of plates
with lots of grapes.

Those guys, they like pies
and eat raspberries from the skies,
and score tries and win fries.

That's the end of my poem
about guys with fries
and mates with freights.

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