poopling soup recipes #14

there was a famed saint who felt no shame 
when he basked in his lost sheeps acclaim
as he fleeced their dull hides
he said wealth turns the tides
in paris they set the saint aflame

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poopling soup recipes #19

a young fetus went dumpster diving
found a sexbot needing reviving
with a pat on the bum
fetus had a new mum
now mother and baby are thriving

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poopling soup recipes #07

there was a skull some called a fossil 
who had been part of an apostle
he had eaten his mind
and had gone quietly blind
because with no tongue he was docile

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poopling soup recipes #82

there was a fetus that sneezed katsu
at the light and that is all they knew
for the end would not bloom
life would be their souls doom
while the fetus grew and grew anew

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poopling soup recipes #62

there was a drunk who travelled by egg 
who thought it way better than by leg
hed sit in the yolk
with the other folk
but at night he'd travel by rum keg

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poopling soup recipes #17

there once was a eunuch unicorn 
who had a potion made from his horn
now he looks like a horse
thats been through a devorce
and wishes thrice he had been stillborn

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poopling soup recipes #56

there was a cuckoo who hated clocks 
he prefered to nest down at the docks
watch the souls ship out west
on a ship called the jest
that cuckoo waiting in odd worn socks

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poopling soup recipes #66

there was a pot of frocked leprechauns
that buggered with vigor their flock's fawns
when caught they fled back home
to their wizard the gnome
to draw their new flocks using crayons

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poopling soup recipes #103

there's a compulsive liar called jones
whose phone exposed his rotten cell bones
he's full of hot foul air
that killed all the care bears
while raising a brood of faciest clones

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poopling soup recipes #22

a god passed a tortphant one gray day 
that liked to eat cakes of clay and hay
he bathed in spiced gold rum
when he was feeling glum
until the glum feelings did allay

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tortphant-a tortoise crossed with an elephant