AO: UNDERGROUND
QiC: _Not Registered
Date: 03/23/2026
Title: This is a P.S.A.
Number of HIMs: 5
Bogey, Chief, DJ Scribbles, Fro-Zone, Tutti Frutti
Number of FNGs: 0
Name of FNGs:
WarmOrama:
OYO.
Tha Thang:
Hear ye, O hear ye, you pax of the F3 Coastal Empire
There's a mad man on the loose, his evil steeped with desire
He lurks in the shadows, in the dark corners of morn
He runs over old men and scoffs with distaste & scorn
Who may this be? nobody from the UG crew could see
His target though was none other than our beloved Chief
Even with lights blinking bright, he had the audacity to cry
Cry mad as if Chief were the problem to his morning slide
Fortunately that ol Chief is as tough the dirt
His glasses went skidding and forgotten momentarily; covert
We discussed the madness and finished with a prayer
We just hope for this man's sake the UG remains unaware
For should he have to face the music of Tutti's wrath
He'd better have a healthy appetite or run anew path.
***No old men were overly harmed in the making of this run club or poem.
COT:
POL. Lord's Prayer.