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John was sleeping
safe and sound
while in the drawer
Lorena found
a knife that gave her
evil thoughts
bout his sausage and
his tater tots
She fingered the edge
not once, but twice
then grabbed his weiner
and began to slice
His screams were heard
around the block
while his tater tots
went into shock
She took his weiner
out for a ride
then flung it out
the passenger side
In a field they found it
near some curious mice
It looked so sad
OH JESUS CHRIST!
The doctors stitched
the nurses sowed
while the light above
most eerily glowed
His fame did spread
he became a star
there's just somethin about
that crazy ass scar.
 
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John was sleeping
safe and sound
while in the drawer
Lorena found
a knife that gave her
evil thoughts
bout his sausage and
his tater tots
She fingered the edge
not once, but twice
then grabbed his weiner
and began to slice
His screams were heard
around the block
while his tater tots
went into shock
She took his weiner
out for a ride
then flung it out
the passenger side
In a field they found it
near some curious mice
It looked so sad
OH JESUS CHRIST!
The doctors stitched
the nurses sowed
while the light above
most eerily glowed
His fame did spread
he became a star
there's just somethin about
that crazy ass scar.

Since this poem doesn't have a title, might I suggest "Ode to a Severed Relationship"? ;)
 
Thanks for all the kind words, it is nice to know my choices are hitting the right spot :devil:
 
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