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I was walking through the woods when I saw this strange sight.
It was smelly, lumpy, and green. And was a fright.

I called my friends over so they could check out this thing.
Oh my, said one, that thing is an old rotten chicken wing.

One of my friends asked, "What shall we do?"
"I don't know," I answered, "But it smells like poo."

"It smells like a dirty rotten bass."
Actually is smells like it crawled up someones (just kidding, I have class.)

This story is getting long, and I don't want to bore.
Just kidding, I will make you snore with more.

We all started to leave, to let the nasty be.
But just then, we heard its dying plea.

"Don't leave me to suffer.
Nothing could be rougher."

Well, I thought that we couldn't be mean,
so I came up with a diabolical scheme.

We would kill that ugly blob.
And feed him to Bob.

You ask why.
Because we want them both to die.

Then we wouldn't be in pain.
I wish I had a candy cane.

Will this story ever end.
Let me tell you my friend.

That is about it.
Oh, and Bob still smells like (just kidding, I am such a wit.)