Brunnen_G, if you're reading this, i suggest that you should leave now if you wish to retain what remains of your sanity!
Anyone else, feel free to read on!

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You'll remember,
From last December,
A guy whose name was Bob;
At Eric's house,
He was a louse,
We all said, "What a slob!"

Then we found-
It did astound-
That Bob had munched the couch.
Eric got mad,
'Cuz then he had
Nothing on which to slouch

Eric said,
He'd have Bob's head,
Next time that they should meet;
And then he vowed,
Shouting loud,
Revenge would be so sweet!

Then one day,
I'm sad to say,
He pulled out all his hair,
When Eric learned,
His fate had turned:
He'd lost his only chair!

Even now,
I don't know how
Bob could eat a chair.
To eat a seat
Is such a feat,
I think I wouldn't dare!

I guess maybe
In Bob's tummy,
He's got some sort of gate
That sends away,
To Uruguay,
Anything he ate!

Eric thought
It's time he taught
That old Bob some fear,
When in his brain,
Like a spring rain,
An idea did appear!

"Hey Bob!" he said,
To Bob's fat head,
"How much can you eat?"
"I don't know,
The more I stow,
The more I need a treat!"

"And do you care
What sort of fare
You get whenever you dine?"
"No, even mould
Tastes good as gold
And noodly gloop is fine!"

Eric's co.
Makes power go
From nuclear fire,
But it's true
That when they do,
The radiation level's higher.

They turn live
U-two-three-five
Into nuclear waste,
But that might
Be just right
For Bob's peculiar taste!

Eric's boss
Was at a loss,
He knew not what to say,
Their distress,
And that Greenpeace mess,
Might just go away!

And so then Bob
Got a new job
With a nuclear company,
And all that waste,
With undue haste,
Goes into Bob's tummy!

Yay Bob!

Ka"So, what do you think?"z!