I know no relationship to the poem at all. Watch what you say because it might be like the pot calling the kettle black.
Dill pickle hated him so Because he stank badly Dill pickle screamed just go Blue cheese wept thus sadly When I leave the fridg, bro I'll stink ever much mo Dill pickle grew older Fermenting like a bozo Then opening his holder A stink scent deathblow
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