There once was a girl,
Who was made up of junk.
She looked really dirty,
She smelled like a skunk.
She was always unhappy,
Or one of her stumps-perhaps
'cause she spent.
So much time down in the dumps.
The only bright moment
was from a guy named Stan.
He was the neighborhood garbage man.
He loved her a lot,
and made a marriage proposal,
but she'd already thrown herself down a garbage disposal.
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PoetryThis poetry you will read, don't belong to me. I found them and wanted to share. The people who wrote them, their names will be below them. I have found a few Tim Berton, Edgar Allen Poe, and a few CreepyPastas to. They're kinda right for Hallowee...
