#1
This is a song type poem thing I made a really long time ago just for fun. I don't know if anyone elses families say this but it's crazy stuff.

****Balls and Butternuts
Oh Oh What the ****?
I was told that was supper but
What's this **** made of.
I don't think I'm going to eat it.

****Balls and Butternuts
What the **** is that stuff?
Sometimes I think I'm not loved,
maybe it's all of the above
or maybe it's just cuz
Cow twat and horse anus wasn't enough.

Why couldn't it be buffalo balls and pistachio nuts?
My mom eats this stuff and it's knucking futs.
I wish someone would figure this **** out.
Does it come in a can or is about
as filling as spam cuz that ****'s rank.

****Balls and Butternuts
What the **** is that stuff?
Sometimes I think I'm not loved,
maybe it's all of the above
or maybe it's just cuz
Cow twat and horse anus wasn't enough.

I still wonder if it's edible.
but by the sounds of the name
It can't be anything incredible.
My grandma made up this pile of shame
but I think I might try some.
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#2
this is actually kinda funny, not hilarious, but funny
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#3
It's kinda funny but it doesn't flow very well.
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