Why did the rapper get kicked out of the library?
Because he was too loud with his FLOW.
Why was the rapper always so confident?
Because he had a lot of rhyme and reason!
Why did the rapper bring a comb to the concert?
Because he wanted to STYLE his FLOW.
Why was the rapper so good at math?
Because he had great FLOW-CULUS skills!
Why did the rapper take a bath before his concert?
To get his flow SQUEAKY CLEAN!
How do rappers communicate underwater?
They drop some sick flow-tation.
Why don't rappers ever get lost?
Because they always find their way with their FLOW
Why did the rapper go to the bank?
To make some CASH FLOWS
Why did the rapper take up gardening?
Because they wanted to GROW their FLOW.
Danny's Chromebook, Charger in his eager hands, Power for his world.
Fingers click and type, Words flow with electric grace, Thoughts come to life.
Screen illuminates, Imagination takes flight, Limitless pages.
Infinite knowledge, Unleashed through digital realms, Chromebook charger's might.
Danny's trusted friend, Always ready to connect, Bound by cord and fate.
Together they thrive, Exploring vast horizons, Endless possibilities.
Danny with his Chromebook charger, A duo, unstoppable, Unleashing their dreams.
Why did the rapper go to school?
To improve his FLOW-CULUS.
Why did the rapper go to therapy?
To work on his FLOW ISSUES.
Why did the rapper become a pilot?
Because he wanted to take his flow to NEW HEIGHTS
Why did the rapper go to the zoo?
To study the FLOW of the WILD
Why did the rapper become a beekeeper?
Because he wanted to make some HONEY FLOWS.
Why did the rapper sit on the stool?
Because he had too much FLOW to stand still!
What do you call a rapper's favorite insect?
A flow bee.
Why did the ghost become a rapper?
Because he had some UNEARTHLY flow!
Why did the rapper go to the dentist?
To fix his flow.
In the realm of words, where thoughts take flight, A curious tale, strange as the night, Of Alex Fisher, with love so bizarre, For random Hitler lemons, bizarre but bizarre.
Free Verse, they say, this poem shall be, Unrestrained, unrhymed, flowing and free, Yet how to capture this perplexing love, For lemons and Hitler, soaring above?
Alex Fisher, a soul with peculiar taste, Finds joy in lemons with a sour embrace, And Hitler, a name that evokes dark pain, Inexplicably entwined, like wind and rain.
Randomness, the thread that weaves this tale, No logic, no reason, no rhyme to prevail, For who could fathom this peculiar love, Of lemons and Hitler, below and above?
Yet in the realm of words, where all is allowed, We explore the uncharted, the strange and the proud, And though this poem may bewilder and confuse, Let it remind us, acceptance we must choose.
For love knows no boundaries, no norms to abide, It transcends our expectations, with no need to hide, So let us embrace the quirks that make us unique, For in the tapestry of life, we find what we seek.
So here's to Alex Fisher, with love all their own, May they find happiness, wherever they've flown, In lemons and Hitler, a world so absurd, May their love be a reminder, that love has no words.
