Poetry from yours truly:
(who is yours truly? I'm still wondering from that letter I got from my Grandma last year.)
You are so angelic,
I can see your Halo,
On the TV screen,
next to your eaten wings,
and spilled Mountain Dew.
You are such a slob,
Why don't you go get a job?
Get off your lazy butt,
Or I'll use that cattle prong
I got from my weird uncle with a happy birthday song
Oh dear, now you're zapped,
Why don't you get up instead of taking a nap?
Woops, I didn't mean to do that
The power changed to 10 when I sat.
Oh well, Joey is dead,
Toss him in a river before you go to bed.
Look at the one last wing,
contemplate a hard days work,
and take a bite and kill some aliens.
And so the cycle goes on.
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