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The Chocolate Banana Split

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.

Pure Pooetry

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