Sir Sammy Seel
Sir Sammy Seel,
Will refuse to steal,
Riding a wheel,
For an orange peel.
His little bro, Rob,
Will fart corn on the cob,
If leading a mob,
To get himself a job.
His Father in Law, Mr. Tyme,
Will only speak in rhyme,
If you give him a pizza flavored dime,
That's full of grime.
The crazy Uncle Vart,
Pulls a purple cat-monkey cart,
Inside a giant pop-tart,
Singing, slippidy sloppidy slarp.
Sir Sammy Seel,
Smells like eel,
He can't eat a meal,
Without a squeel.
You won't like him,
So of course he's dated Kardashion Kim,
His future seems dim,
And very grim.
Anyway I'll see you guys later!
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