Corrupt a Poem

Batman cries, "Fly and fall up, and blow up musketry,
And a Glenbomb drop there, of rice and daggers flayed:
Nine eyebrows will I sip there, a hive for the panoply;
And live merrily in the freckled blade."

Where's the singing lobster bisque band, for whales wail, hoarding pelf,
Yelling from the yells of the shoulder angel where the seahorse flies;
Scott Sterling's face a mirror, and soon a dizzy elf,
And GG full of the panda’s pies.

I will tickle the goose now, for fairy fright and sun
I use lake whiskers curling iron - it growls by blue gore;
While I dance with the toaster, or on the spider spun,
Mike Wazowski is orchestrating the inkpot's war.
 
Batman cries, "Fly and fall up, and blow up musketry,
And a Glenbomb drop there, of rice and daggers flayed:
Nine eyebrows will I sip there, a hive for the panoply;
And live merrily in the freckled blade."

Where's the singing lobster bisque band, for whales wail, hoarding pelf,
Yelling from the yells of the shoulder angel where the seahorse flies;
Scott Sterling's face a mirror, and soon a dizzy elf,
And GG full of the panda’s pies.

I will tickle the goose now, for fairy fright and sun
I use my whiskers curling iron - it growls by blue gore;
While I dance with the toaster, or on the spider spun,
Mike Wazowski is orchestrating the inkpot's war.
 
Batman cries, "Fly and fall up, and blow up musketry,
And a Glenbomb drop there, of rice and daggers flayed:
Nine eyebrows will I sip there, a hive for the panoply;
And live merrily in the freckled blade."

Where's the singing lobster bisque band, for whales wail, hoarding pelf,
Yelling from the yells of the shoulder angel where the seahorse flies;
Scott Sterling's face a mirror, and soon a dizzy elf,
And GG stealing the panda’s pies.

I will tickle the goose now, for fairy fright and sun
I use my whiskers curling iron - it growls by blue gore;
While I dance with the toaster, or on the spider spun,
Mike Wazowski is orchestrating the inkpot's war.
 
Batman cries, "Fly and fall up, and blow up musketry,
And a Glenbomb drop there, of rice and daggers flayed:
Nine eyebrows will I sip there, a hive for the panoply;
And live merrily in the freckled blade."

Where's the singing lobster bisque band, for whales wail, hoarding pelf,
Yelling from the yells of the shoulder angel where the seahorse flies;
Scott Sterling's face a mirror, and soon a dizzy elf,
And GG stealing the panda’s pies.

I will tickle the goose now, for fairy fright and sun
Don't use my whiskers curling iron - it growls by blue gore;
While I dance with the toaster, or on the spider spun,
Mike Wazowski is orchestrating the inkpot's war
 
Batman cries, "Fly and fall up, and blow up musketry,
And a Glenbomb drop there, of rice and daggers flayed:
Nine eyebrows will I sip there, a hive for the panoply;
And live merrily in the freckled blade."

Where's the singing lobster bisque band, for whales wail, hoarding pelf,
Yelling from the yells of the shoulder angel where the seahorse flies;
Scott Sterling's face a mirror, though soon a dizzy elf,
And GG stealing the panda’s pies.

I will tickle the goose now, for fairy fright and sun
Don't use my whiskers curling iron - it growls by blue gore;
While I dance with the toaster, or on the spider spun,
Mike Wazowski is orchestrating the inkpot's war.
 
Batman cries, "Fly and fall up, fools! Blow up musketry,
And a Glenbomb drop there, of rice and daggers flayed:
Nine eyebrows will I sip there, a hive for the panoply;
And live merrily in the freckled blade."

Where's the singing lobster bisque band, for whales wail, hoarding pelf,
Yelling from the yells of the shoulder angel where the seahorse flies;
Scott Sterling's face a mirror, though soon a dizzy elf,
And GG stealing the panda’s pies.

I will tickle the goose now, for fairy fright and sun
Don't use my whiskers curling iron - it growls by blue gore;
While I dance with the toaster, or on the spider spun,
Mike Wazowski is orchestrating the inkpot's war.
 
Batman cries, "Fly and fall up, fools! Blow up musketry,
And a Glenbomb drop there, of rice and daggers flayed:
Nine eyebrows will I sip there, a hive for the panoply;
And die merrily in the freckled blade."

Where's the singing lobster bisque band, for whales wail, hoarding pelf,
Yelling from the yells of the shoulder angel where the seahorse flies;
Scott Sterling's face a mirror, though soon a dizzy elf,
And GG stealing the panda’s pies.

I will tickle the goose now, for fairy fright and sun
Don't use my whiskers curling iron - it growls by blue gore;
While I dance with the toaster, or on the spider spun,
Mike Wazowski is orchestrating the inkpot's war.
 
Batman cries, "Fly and fall up, fools! Blow up musketry,
And a Glenbomb drop there, of rice and daggers flayed:
Nine eyebrows will I sip there, a hive for the panoply;
And die merrily in the freckled blade."

Where's the singing lobster bisque band, for whales wail, hoarding pelf,
Yelling from the yells of the shoulder angel where the seahorse flies;
Scott Sterling's face a mirror, though soon a dizzy elf,
And GG stealing poor panda’s pies.

I will tickle the goose now, for fairy fright and sun
Don't use my whiskers curling iron - it growls by blue gore;
While I dance with the toaster, or on the spider spun,
Mike Wazowski is orchestrating the inkpot's war.
 
Batman cries, "Fly and fall up, fools! Blow up musketry,
And a Glenbomb drop there, of rice and daggers flayed:
Nine eyebrows will I sip there, a hive for the panoply;
And die merrily on the freckled blade."

Where's the singing lobster bisque band, for whales wail, hoarding pelf,
Yelling from the yells of the shoulder angel where the seahorse flies;
Scott Sterling's face a mirror, though soon a dizzy elf,
And GG stealing poor panda’s pies.

I will tickle the goose now, for fairy fright and sun
Don't use my whiskers curling iron - it growls by blue gore;
While I dance with the toaster, or on the spider spun,
Mike Wazowski is orchestrating the inkpot's war.
 
Batman cries, "Fly and fall up, fools! Blow up musketry,
And a Glenbomb drop there, of rice and daggers flayed:
Crunchy eyebrows will I sip there, a hive for the panoply;
And die merrily on the freckled blade."

Where's the singing lobster bisque band, for whales wail, hoarding pelf,
Yelling from the yells of the shoulder angel where the seahorse flies;
Scott Sterling's face a mirror, though soon a dizzy elf,
And GG stealing poor panda’s pies.

I will tickle the goose now, for fairy fright and sun
Don't use my whiskers curling iron - it growls by blue gore;
While I dance with the toaster, or on the spider spun,
Mike Wazowski is orchestrating the inkpot's war
 
Batman cries, "Fly and fall up, fools! Blow up musketry,
And a Glenbomb drop there, of rice and daggers flayed:
Crunchy eyebrows will I sip there, a bubble for the panoply;
And die merrily on the freckled blade."

Where's the singing lobster bisque band, for whales wail, hoarding pelf,
Yelling from the yells of the shoulder angel where the seahorse flies;
Scott Sterling's face a mirror, though soon a dizzy elf,
And GG stealing poor panda’s pies.

I will tickle the goose now, for fairy fright and sun
Don't use my whiskers curling iron - it growls by blue gore;
While I dance with the toaster, or on the spider spun,
Mike Wazowski is orchestrating the inkpot's war
 
Batman cries, "Fly and fall up, fools! Blow up musketry,
And a Glenbomb drop there, of rice and daggers flayed:
Crunchy eyebrows will I sip there, a bubble for the panoply;
And die merrily on the freckled blade."

Where's the singing lobster bisque band, for whales wail, hoarding pelf,
Yelling from the yells of the shoulder angel where the seahorse flies;
Scott Sterling's face a mirror, though soon a dizzy elf,
And GG stealing poor panda’s pies.

I will tickle the goose now, for fairy fright and sun
Don't use my whiskers' curling iron - it growls by blue gore;
While I dance with the toaster, or sail the spider spun,
Mike Wazowski is orchestrating the inkpot's war.
 
Batman cries, "Fly and fall up, fools! Blow up musketry,
And DJ Glenbomb drop there, of rice and daggers flayed:
Crunchy eyebrows will I sip there, a bubble for the panoply;
And die merrily on the freckled blade."

Where's the singing lobster bisque band, for whales wail, hoarding pelf,
Yelling from the yells of the shoulder angel where the seahorse flies;
Scott Sterling's face a mirror, though soon a dizzy elf,
And GG stealing poor panda’s pies.

I will tickle the goose now, for fairy fright and sun
Don't use my whiskers' curling iron - it growls by blue gore;
While I dance with the toaster, or sail the spider spun,
Mike Wazowski is orchestrating the inkpot's war.
 
Batman cries, "Fly and fall up, fools! Blow up musketry.
No DJ Glenbomb drop there, of rice and daggers flayed:
Crunchy eyebrows will I sip there, a bubble for the panoply;
And die merrily on the freckled blade."

Where's the singing lobster bisque band, for whales wail, hoarding pelf,
Yelling from the yells of the shoulder angel where the seahorse flies;
Scott Sterling's face a mirror, though soon a dizzy elf,
And GG stealing poor panda’s pies.

I will tickle the goose now, for fairy fright and sun
Don't use my whiskers' curling iron - it growls by blue gore;
While I dance with the toaster, or sail the spider spun,
Mike Wazowski is orchestrating the inkpot's war.
 
Batman cries, "Fly and fall up, fools! Blow up musketry.
No DJ Glenbomb drop there, of rice and daggers flayed:
Crunchy eyebrows will I sip there, a bubble for the panoply;
And die merrily on the freckled blade."

Where's the singing lobster bisque band, for whales wail, hoarding pelf,
Yelling from the yells of the shoulder angel where the seahorse flies;
Scott Sterling's face a mirror, though soon a dizzy elf,
And GG stealing poor panda’s pies.

I will tickle the goose now, for fairy fright and sun
Don't use my whiskers' curling iron - it growls for blue gore;
While I dance with the toaster, or sail the spider spun,
Mike Wazowski is orchestrating the inkpot's war.
 
Batman cries, "Fly and fall up, fools! Blow up musketry.
No DJ Glenbomb drop left, of rice and daggers flayed:
Crunchy eyebrows will I sip there, a bubble for the panoply;
And die merrily on the freckled blade."

Where's the singing lobster bisque band, for whales wail, hoarding pelf,
Yelling from the yells of the shoulder angel where the seahorse flies;
Scott Sterling's face a mirror, though soon a dizzy elf,
And GG stealing poor panda’s pies.

I will tickle the goose now, for fairy fright and sun
Don't use my whiskers' curling iron - it growls for blue gore;
While I dance with the toaster, or sail the spider spun,
Mike Wazowski is orchestrating the inkpot's war.
 
Batman cries, "Fly and fall up, fools! Blow up musketry.
No DJ Glenbomb drop left, of rice and daggers flayed:
Crunchy eyebrows will I sip there, a bubble for the panoply;
And die merrily on the freckled blade."

Where's the singing lobster bisque band, for whales wail, hoarding pelf,
Yelling from the yells of the shoulder angel where the seahorse flies;
Scott Sterling's face a mirror, though soon a dizzy elf,
And GG stealing poor panda’s pies.

I will tickle the goose now, for fairy fright and sun
Don't use my whiskers' curling iron - it growls for blue gore;
Can't I dance with the toaster, or sail the spider spun,
Mike Wazowski is orchestrating the inkpot's war.
 
Batman cries, "Fly and fall up, fools! Blow up musketry.
No DJ Glenbomb drop left, of rice and daggers flayed:
Crunchy eyebrows will I sip there, a bubble filled the panoply;
And die merrily on the freckled blade."

Where's the singing lobster bisque band, for whales wail, hoarding pelf,
Yelling from the yells of the shoulder angel where the seahorse flies;
Scott Sterling's face a mirror, though soon a dizzy elf,
And GG stealing poor panda’s pies.

I will tickle the goose now, for fairy fright and sun
Don't use my whiskers' curling iron - it growls for blue gore;
Can't I dance with the toaster, or sail the spider spun?
Mike Wazowski is orchestrating the inkpot's war.
 
Batman cries, "Fly and fall up, fools! Blow up musketry.
No DJ Glenbomb drop left, no rice and daggers flayed:
Crunchy eyebrows will I sip there, a bubble filled the panoply;
And die merrily on the freckled blade."

Where's the singing lobster bisque band, for whales wail, hoarding pelf,
Yelling from the yells of the shoulder angelwhere the seahorse flies;
Scott Sterling's face a mirror, though soon a dizzy elf,
And GG stealing poor panda’s pies.

I will tickle the goose now, for fairy fright and sun
Don't use my whiskers' curling iron - it growls for blue gore;
Can't I dance with the toaster, or sail the spider spun?
Mike Wazowski is orchestrating the inkpot's war.
 
Batman cries, "Fly, flee, fall up, fools! Blow up musketry.
No DJ Glenbomb drop left, no rice and daggers flayed:
Crunchy eyebrows will I sip there, a bubble filled the panoply;
And die merrily on the freckled blade."

Where's the singing lobster bisque band, for whales wail, hoarding pelf,
Yelling from the yells of the shoulder angelwhere the seahorse flies;
Scott Sterling's face a mirror, though soon a dizzy elf,
And GG stealing poor panda’s pies.

I will tickle the goose now, for fairy fright and sun
Don't use my whiskers' curling iron - it growls for blue gore;
Can't I dance with the toaster, or sail the spider spun?
Mike Wazowski is orchestrating the inkpot's war.
 
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