A man was very angry
after losing all his money
which he bet on Germany
tipped by his deity.
He thought Paul was just an Octopus,
an ugly ocean mollusk.
How could he know good or bad luck
let alone about green buck.
In his dream the man was given a wrong tip.
He threw all the wooden idols he worshiped
into a sewage ditch.
They were no match for Paul...the Psychic.
Paul's predictions were so accurate.
The money losers wanted him get baked
to be eaten for dinner
but it raised objection from big winners.
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