WorqueenDan thought he could give germs to the cat.
But instead I squashed his award flat.
The delivery guy even evaporates from view.
It melted the damn road.
I hear it even killed a poor toad.
Oh so nasty to the cat.
Look at all that mold,
That his peeing on it made take hold.
And I sure didn't miss.
I used the whole can,
To rid it of the germs of Dan.
And that wasn't swell.
So in the box it went,
Some of you now might get bent.
And Miss Priss helped out too at our cell.
We buried it real good,
And left plenty of brown wood.
That brought about these things,
I did eat off their wings.
But still it wasn't grand,
For they could smell him in the sand.
And rolled it up like a log of wood.
Then shoved it up this guy's gazoo.
Now it was no longer in view.
And fossilized, floating about.
I had to rid the world of such a thing,
For WorqueenDan would never be king.
Instead of being accepting at my cart.
I burnt the thing to a crisp,
But the wind started to wisp.
The stench went for miles,
And humans came by the piles.
They all looked on in awe,
Finding WorqueenDan's stench so raw.
They were mystified by it,
And surrounded the fire pit.
I had to end this mass,
And simply passed some gas.
As things went all to Hell.
Half the planet is now gone,
All because of an award from WorqueenDan's lawn.
Now you know that awards with rules are for fools but awards that you do nothing with what so ever, can be quite the apocalyptic endeavor. All because a Queen wanted to make a scene. If only he could resist the beer and not pee on them and cause fear. Oh well, I hope it's warm in Hell. For the cat is still alive to tell the tale as fire reigned like hail. So never ever mix gas with anything that comes out my little rhyming ass.
Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.