Here goes!
Another rhyme full of chodes!
Another one for the record books!
Another one collecting dirty looks!
If youve made it to the second stanza, youre just on time!
Just about now is when I turn you into a lime,
By spouting voodoo ment for the stoned,
Quizlov McGregor, home alone.
Is it working?
Are you naked yet?
Just about now,
Youre getting wet.
Horny from a poem?
Voodoo homegrown.
For the lavish mental state,
Step right up, dont be late!
This poem will pass you by,
Unless your red eyes are pried open wide.
So speak quickly,
While I write down your thoughts,
Theres one, just now,
Come again?
Its lost...
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