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| The Land of RussKen (where you find smiles for life) |
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| Starvin' Marvin' No filet for me today, Cows are tough and chewy. Or a fish, on my dish, They are stinky phewy. Not a ham, or a lamb, They are dirty woolly. Don't you dredge, up a veg, They never fill me fully. And I am, tired of spam, Fried or otherwise. Canned potatoes, or tomatoes, I equally despise. The confettie, of Spaghetti, Needs too long a slurp. And it's clear, that Root Beer, Always makes me burp. I know it's cute, to eat fruit, For the healthy juice. It isn't neat, the way I eat, I'd call it self abuse. It's likely that you noticed, I'm not very fat. My backbone has replaced where my tummy's at. My cheekbones point outwardly. My skin is drawn and tight. If my eyes were red or green I'd be a bright stop light. I passed for skinny pounds ago. I'm lighter than the air. If my bones disappeared, I'd be a pile of hair. So if you are a carnivore And it's ham you're carvin' There's one name you shouldn't call. The finicky Starvin' Marvin' |
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