Yaan, Yaan, the interesting blue man. Came to my blog as fast as he can.
He saw an owl, cried, "That's fowl!"
Then went to relieve, his bowel.
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Yaan, Yaan, the interesting blue man. Came to my blog as fast as he can.
He saw an owl, cried, "That's fowl!"
Then went to relieve, his bowel.
Poetry is not a poetry without bowel action or few farts in the end. Brilliant!