Three words to be used anywhere in the poem: "Unicorn", "Tornado" and "Bagel"

Bob
David

Brad

Poor unicorn
With no horn
No more Bagel-Ring-Toss game

You spun around with the town
When that tornado touched down
And with a CRASH...
You lost your unicorn aim

Birth

Dave

Brad

One more push

And Baby Flower will be out!
One more push
And we'll have a little sprout!

Bob

Pretzel

Brad

As the naked pretzel sips on the frosty chocolate malt
We'll sneak up from behind and start throwing on the salt

Bob

David

"Robes"

Bob

David

Brad

My old lady is HOT
But when she wears that blue terrycloth robe...
She's NOT!