A poem by Knuckifyoubuck

One time I took a whiz on a tree and it turned blue,

So I choped it down and put it in my stew,

I stirred it up, yum, yum, yum!

I heard a noise and it ruined my fun,

So I went to go check it out! I had to run!

It was Spam at my door step!

I let out a yelp!

I called for help, and no one came

So I opened the door and called Spam lame

Then I said he was a discrace,

And punched him in his face!

-Knuck

Do you think it's normal?

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