I Don'T Even Know
There once was a man whose name was Bill
He glued his feet to the windowsill.
He had to lean against the glass when he went to bed
And had to take his jeans off over his head.
He had a friend whose name was Mark
Mark couldn't sneeze less he was in the dark.
He worked in a kitchen using a pepper grind
But the sneezes would build up and explode at night.
He had a friend whose name was Bob
WIth an artificial sunflower stuck in his gob.
He use to have fun with the kids outside his house
Hiding in a plant pot, opening his mouth.
Mark was on his way home from work at night
While Bob tried to keep himself safe out of sight.
But as Mark passed he jumped out and made him scream
And he sneezed so hard, he shot out his breakfast's beans.
The beans came out and hit where Bill was asleep
They flew with such power he was ripped apart from his feet.
Now Bill is able to finally leave his home
But he crawls everywhere with no feet of his own.
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