Some Pointless Rhyme To Waste Some Time

from the swag Ron pulled a flup
and noticed it was downside up
“what bumphfery is this?” he cried
and promptly of absurdness died.

His ghost however ran abroad
and haunted several ironing boards
which would collapse each second steaming
and leave the laundry far from gleaming.

We called forth therefore an exorcist
with holy cola in his fist
which he spilled on Ronald’s chest
to fizz and burple him to rest.

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