Seven grimy turkeys said to Jezebel one day,
"Who's that scrumptious zygote who's a-sleepin' in the hay?"
A question to which Jez replied, "You really will regret it,
that little diploid monster is on I.V. diuretics!"
This response left poultry stunned, their brains had turned to wax,
so Jezebel walked gloomily to suck some poison gas.
Let's fill the gap with heart attack, and leave the young men spooked!
You can't deceive or not believe the technicolor poop!
Tentacles of propaganda spread across the land.
The poison gas was powerful amidst the green beans,
canned.
The zygote grew and blood he drew on every afternoon
and soon his great experiment was stunningly in bloom.
Half-man, half-wolf, half-chloroplast, the esperiment
stood tall.
He destroyed all the methadone, left junkies in
withdrawal.
Killed all the puppies, half the lambs, and every human being.
Then he crouched and took a dump without even peeing.
Let's fill the gap with heart attack and leave the young men spooked!
You can't deceive or not believe the technicolor poop!
