This is a poem I wrote during a busy afternoon at work about 4 years ago, not long before I got canned from that particular job, funnily enough. I just discovered it in a drawer at home earlier this evening...
Peregrine Felch was an unlucky fellow
When he woke up one morning his tongue was bright yellow
His left foot had taken a dark greenish hue
And one of his testes had turned navy blue
His ankles were swollen and violently red
And strange purple blisters covered his head
A thousand pink boils had appeared on his back
And his once purple helmet had now become black
His armpits were orange and matted with pus
His buttocks had grown to the size of a bus
Where once he had one nose, now there were two
That's what you get for sniffing glue
Peregrine Felch was an unlucky fellow
When he woke up one morning his tongue was bright yellow
His left foot had taken a dark greenish hue
And one of his testes had turned navy blue
His ankles were swollen and violently red
And strange purple blisters covered his head
A thousand pink boils had appeared on his back
And his once purple helmet had now become black
His armpits were orange and matted with pus
His buttocks had grown to the size of a bus
Where once he had one nose, now there were two
That's what you get for sniffing glue
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