Thursday, January 01, 2009


Worms crawl in,
Worms crawl out.
Worms play pinochle on your snout.
They use your tongue,
As a diving board.
They dive right into,
Your vocal cords.
Your stomach turns,
An icky green.
Pus comes out,
Like a Dairy Queen.
Your eyes fall out,
Your teeth decay.
And that's the end,
Of a perfect day!

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