There once was a lad from Green Bower, So uncouth, he bathed in the flour. Little Bob was his name, Kissing pigs was his fame. Til he kissed one who made him shower.
Little Bob knew that he had it rough, No education made living tough. Lived the school of hard knocks, Dodged life's lessons - the rocks. Steel wrapped in rawhide, stuffed with white fluff.
Little Bob tried to be a leader, Thought he could be a people reader. Knowing what to say next, Did not work well with him. No one listened to the mouth breather.
Took anything he could for a job, Received many lumps on his small knob. His noggin got a bop, To the floor Bob did drop.
"Oh, why me?" loudly cried Little Bob!
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