An icy breeze is what I could feel…
As my chocolate banana began to peel.
About zero degrees is what I felt.
A rotten banana split is what I smelt.
This chocolate was not meant for this earth…
Nor could my anus handle its girth.
But something was missing it needed more worth.
So I made chocolate sprinkles by firing out a burst.
This concludes my tale of The Chocolate Banana Split.
I’m a gourmet chef who specialises in shit.
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