You're a mean one, Mr. Duin,
You really are a heel,
You're as cuddly as a cactus,
You're as charming as an eel, Mr. Duin,
You're a bad banana with a greasy black peel!
You're a monster, Mr. Duin,
Your heart's an empty hole,
Your brain is full of spiders,
You have garlic in your soul, Mr. Duin,
I wouldn't touch you with a, five million-nine & a half foot pole!
You're a foul one, Mr. Duin,
You have termites in your smile,
You have all the tender sweetness
Of a seasick crocodile, Mr. Duin,
Given a choice between the two of you I'd take the seasick crocodile!
You're a rotter, Mr. Duin,
You're the king of sinful sots,
Your heart's a dead tomato,
Splotched with moldy purple spots, Mr. Duin,
You're a three decker sauerkraut and toadstool sandwich, with arsenic sauce!
You nauseate me, Mr. Duin,
With a nauseous super 'naus'!
You're a crooked dirty jockey
And you drive a crooked hoss, Mr. Duin,
Your soul is an appalling dump heap, overflowing with the most disgraceful assortment of rubbish imaginable, mangled up in tangled up knots!
You're a foul one, Mr. Duin,
You're a nasty wasty skunk,
Your heart is full of unwashed socks
Your soul is full of gunk, Mr. Duin,
The three words that best describe you are as follows, and I quote 'Stink, stank, stunk'!
(Omega)"This is what the Oozai sing on every Christmas Eve."
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The Tale of two Dimensions
RomanceI've decided...and I'm going to f*cking do it! Update: ...What the actual blue hell was I thinking?
