A poem about the consequences of leftover baked beans.

Oh you great and stinky beast,

How you pollute the environment,

It becomes impossible to stay in the same room with you

Perhaps I’ll buy a tent,

Yes, you can look at me,

With those doggy eyes so brown,

But the next time you get leftovers,

Is when flying pigs come to town

Why oh why do I do it,

It’s always a mistake, no doubt!

Get out you farting monster

Before you knock me out.

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  • cafftee on Aug 17, 2009

    Funny Tito. Leftover beans, definitely a big mistake!

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