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Grindle, The Imp
A strange poem that was written while sitting and waiting for guests at a resteraunt. |
Whatever happened to Grindle the Impish fellow. Who slew the contortionist freak. What wrapped the freak around the bend in the pole. Impish Grindle did it. He did it while chasing the fly that buzzed in and out of the room that the artistic moron was flipping limbs around in a contorted way. |