Snoggin wise,
Snoggin wise,
Look into my eyes.


peer into my colon,
And look at all the flies.

My masticated food,
brown and bile coated.

If I do not poop it out,
I will get fat and bloated.

Look at my stomach expand,
I'm a size 53!

My robes are busting at the seems,
nobody likes to look at me.

If only, Fair Snoggin wise,
you would have let me be,
I would now have better means
from which to poop and pee.

But alas, you could not steady your busy hand,
and you sewed me up right tight.

Now I am all bloated up,
I cannot sleep at night.

I cannot live without sleep,
I'll die in a few days.

Maybe I'll be made a tree and perch,
for all the pretty blue jays.

<bow> That was called "Snoggin wise, why did you have to mess up my digestive system?"
Kind of vulgar, but, <shrug> it happens.
Luvvy,
Kona

Penned by my hand on the 25th of Mayan, in the year 241 AF.