If you’re the type of person
Who’d name their child “Splorch”
I want to meet you
Because my name is Splorch
And my parents left me
When I was young
And you’re probably them.
If you’re the type of person
Who’d name their child “Splorch”
I want to meet you
Because my name is Splorch
And my parents left me
When I was young
And you’re probably them.
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If you want to seem intelligent
Valediction of erudition
Is phermonically aleviated
By trepidation vis a cognition.
In the circumstance of dereliction
Of your vocabulative varelse
You may query my acquaintance
Or acquaint with someone else.
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I am a man without skin.
There’s nothing to keep my guts in.
And yet somehow I lived on,
Quite at home on somebody’s lawn.
Then one day the world went black.
They put me in the basement and didn’t look back.
Now my place on the grass has a penguin instead.
There’s some deer on the roof and a weirdly-shaped sled.
But I know when the snow is gone,
When leaves fall on the golden lawn
I’ll be back to rule the night.
Until then, I’ll be alright.
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