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Joker's final Joke
He flipped his cards from his sleeves
came up with none so he got peeved
A lone card fell from the ceiling above
Fell on the floor, he saw it was the Joker
He announced to his unamused audience
He would be called the Joker from then on
He looked at them angry and mortified
for none smiled not even smirked
So he took his gun from his pocket
Shoot at everyone with hate
The gun shoot out red and blue bangs
from its snout, that fell to the floor
In fiery rage he found out
it was a prop pistol all the time
So he put it to his head
and shoot himself quite dead
The joker will never find out why
He got blown away that day
he forgot his left held the prop
and his right held the gun
came up with none so he got peeved
A lone card fell from the ceiling above
Fell on the floor, he saw it was the Joker
He announced to his unamused audience
He would be called the Joker from then on
He looked at them angry and mortified
for none smiled not even smirked
So he took his gun from his pocket
Shoot at everyone with hate
The gun shoot out red and blue bangs
from its snout, that fell to the floor
In fiery rage he found out
it was a prop pistol all the time
So he put it to his head
and shoot himself quite dead
The joker will never find out why
He got blown away that day
he forgot his left held the prop
and his right held the gun
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