Well now I want to write a children’s book:
Kayfabe worked at the farm,
Twas a sad chicken plucker.
Dreamed of spreading great joy,
As a grand birthday fucker!
He was given the job
For which he had vied,
Once the current one passed.
Yep, The Old Fucker died.
But the birthdays proved more,
Than the poor lad could handle.
Contracted disease,
For he blew more than candles.
Ag
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And then, my friend,
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