Rosco

There once was a man, with a really dark tan, who thought he could breathe on the moon. He was really lonely because he ate Bologna, and everyone called him a loon.

He recited lotsa poetry, and loved Cannelloni, cause he acted like a buffoon.

Roscoes favorite color was orange. He stubbed his toe on a doorhinge, and he stayed home watching funny cartoons.

This guy is fancy, but he is a pansy, and he hates public bathrooms.

Now you know about Rosco, he worshipped St. John Bosco, and his story come to a conclude.