The unluckiest man in Manhattan
was crossing Delancey one day
when he found himself knee deep in guano
with a Llama bird blocking his way
...
I wandered round the garden gnome, alone, except for me
I started to imagining, not knowing what I see
I thought I spied a Gimble, a-gimbling in the grue
I see the gruesome Gimble, and don’t him make me spew
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