Take the round part away from the P and it will make more sense, trust me. Did I really need to tell you that though? If so, get out from under that rock at your show. But it seems dVerse is full of sticky goo. Brian must be neglecting his duties of cleaning the loo. Or they are just a germy crew. Either way this caused such a thing to come due.
There is goo on the floor,
Goo on the door.
My words still soar,
Yet it is a confusing roar.
For flodo comes about,
And soro makes one pout.
What the hell?
This goo can't spell.
Abpo is all the rage,
With hesp people stuck in a cage.
Sounds like the rantings of a mage,
Or low brains and high wage.
Raca dickity dock,
You have a mawa in your sock.
Made you look!
Now now don't sook.
Doso is the place to go.
To get loso with your flow.
What the hell that means I don't know.
Stop looking down below!
A mawa or gofl you will not find.
Maybe a knbe on your behind.
But don't tell the cat,
I don't need to know that.
A fibe sounds fun,
Does your cath want one?
Do I cause you brain pain?
Oh your poor brain.
Yeah! Like fuon I am sorry.
Pabr likes it gory.
Round and round the board you go,
A pop and it's a backwards flow.
With a sogo you will never win.
And gofl once more causes you sin.
For now you are feeling your rear,
Out of some germaphobe fear.
Well that is just wisi for you.
For refe time has come due.
I hate this damn goo.
dVerse look what you made me do!
Yodu sounds like a yodel of some sort.
Godo, some Drazin slang at my court.
You need to clean up,
And stop being a messy pup.
Or the dreaded soco will find you.
And you'll deal with the uppu.
The same forwards and back.
Really makes for a thorough attack.
So get your youp together.
Grab your baat in any kind of weather.
And shoo that damn goo right out the door,
Quote the cat forever more.
Make any sense of that? Do you see what was done by the cat? Hmmm I'll let you stew over those facts a bit. Yep! I'm a bit of a nitwit. But oh it is so fun watching that goo fry under the sun. I guess Brian just had to fold the laundery first and quench his thirst. Then he could give the goo a pass and it stopped sticking up the words of my little rhyming ass.
Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.