I ate a Four and Twenty meat pie.
It produced gore from my brown eye.
Shortly after the pie was consumed…
I could feel the cramping of utter doom.
“This isn’t right”, I thought to myself.
The pie was on the ‘ready to eat’ shelf.
The pain grew strong so off I went…
To flush away all the money I’d spent.
But what was causing this major issue?
Had it expired, or practicing Poo-Jitsu?
So I entered the shiny porcelain cage.
Locked eyes and engaged inner fecal rage.
He was enormous in stature with Butterbean-like girth.
For me to gain the victory I thought, “How on Earth?”
Then I heard the bell and the fight was on.
I had to hit this brute in his chunky mel-on.
I landed a ferocious blow that could kill ya.
Victorious, they announced my name… Turdelay Silva.