by Mr. Lucas Brice
Tarantula, an ugly thing,
A truly awful creature,
I’d send one to my ex-true-love,
But don’t know how to reach her.
A box of bees, a cup of blood,
A bag that’s full of liver,
A can of worms, a jar of frogs,
Are things that I would give her.
Eight potatoes that are rotten,
And are covered with some poo,
She’d deserve these things for sleeping
With my former best friend Stu.
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Original photo by Acrocynus.