I am the popstar eating monster,
I prey on manufactured bands,
Girls with expensive hairdos,
Boys with manicured hands.
Girl bands, Boy bands,
You're all the same meat,
None over twenty-five,
Still tender enough to eat.
Now I've got them in my cave,
They're ready for my stew,
Britney Spears you'd better watch out,
For dessert I'm having you!
One day in a field,
A long, long time ago,
I desperately needed to do a poo,
I really had to go.
Carefully I checked about,
To make sure no one was around,
Then I stooped and did the business,
Right there upon the ground!
I belted away quickly
I was sure no one would ever know,
But people from miles around could see my poo,
Cos it was steaming in the snow!