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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