The Chuddniks

A greasy chuddnik began to poke. So I dropped my dacks and put on my cloak.

But suddenly chuddnik got a fright. I pushed and pushed but he wouldn’t take flight.

But then someone gave him a push. And out came chuddnik in an incredible mush.

Old chuddnik did smell like mouldy cheese. I think it’s because he’s covered in grease.

I thought I was done but then something else started. A baby chuddnik was born as I sharted.

Pure Pooetry

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