I made a stew out of rubber cream glue
I cooked it up and fed it to you
And when you ate that chewy stew
You found hunks of rubber in your poo
Friday, December 03, 2004
A poem
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It really is the future. Honestly.
I made a stew out of rubber cream glue
I cooked it up and fed it to you
And when you ate that chewy stew
You found hunks of rubber in your poo
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