5 August 2012

Armed with guns of liquid cheese,

Egyptian Cotton, please, D, please,

I suggest, use Vanish, you,

To lift the scent of BedHead's poo,

Unless you wish to wear them now,

You'll smell worse than old Laughing Cow,

We're here, outside the D-Mobile,

We've left our Cheddar cheesy seal,

Your chickens, we have one right here,

Trapped in a cage made out of Leer.

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