The pumpkin punk
Was rude and stunk
Like garbage from a rotten can
With a spray orange tan
He claimed he knew
Who did what to who
A seedy kind of guy
That swore by every lie
Until the day he was made
By a good fellow with a blade
The punk said, “You're nuts!”
The goon snarled, “Spill your guts!”
Are You Reading Me?
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