The Gout
I've been eating a lot of pig snouts.
And because of that, I have the gout.
I scream from the pain because everybody gives my foot a smack.
When my foot gets better, those people had better watch their backs.
When a lady smacked my foot, I threw darts into her boobs and she started leaking silicone.
She regretted what she did because in less than ten minutes, her large breasts were gone.
When I get even, I make people cringe.
If you smack my foot, I will get revenge.
(This is a fictional poem)
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