Where's the Beef?
Sickle speckled like deckles of beef
Girl freckled gave my pickle relief
She pecked on my schmeckle
Like Heckle and Jeckle
Then deep beneath erupted a queef
It grew and blew my shoe out to sea
But soon I knew was coming for me
As the gas flew higher
It lit my ass on fire
A Roman Candle I seemed to be
Flame stung the cats, it cut 'em like knives
Wind flung the rats, they ran for their lives
Red turds swelling the eye
Dead birds fell from the sky
The news predicts that no one survives
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