O, WHAT A TANGLED WEB HE WEAVED

O, what a tangled web he weaved
When first he dare-eth-ed to achieve

That mighty 4-pack. Elusive, yet,
The challenge rose, the challenge met.

There Jeff stood, arms all akimbo
Steel in his eyes like a jilted bimbo.

He threw a bag. He threw them all.
Into the hole each bag did fall.

Stung that feat like a Zika mosquito
And this one belongs to the man from Toledo.

Holy Cow. Shut the front door.
If you didn't see it, you're a two-bit whore

Here’s your money, ya derelict scamp.
Don’t spend it all on a coked-up tramp.

But Jeff, we’re proud, we’re amazed, we’re defeated.
Now show us how a four pack is repeated.

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