Lurking in the bathroom stalls,
A frowquely grum is narcing all,
Anthelions and ruga-rells,
Ghost whenever narcers tell,
The blam is spatious,
Yet one remains,
T’iss a shmerked shcomob, shackled and chained,
Cheerping in tongues like salar vix toxlezainn,
Merking shnewps, blasting snails,
Cracking grums like lobster tails,
The cranshawous brife always grobing grems,
Smorgy and blehtantious like reggle stems.
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