out of the sewer, and into the camode,
he’s a green-skinned goblin with a twelve foot chode.
he comes for your sisters *censored*,
strange goblin fetish, he’s gonna eat it.
no escape from the sewer beast,
on her *censored* he’s gonna feast.
no escape from the sewer beast,
your time has come, summon the priest.
the sewer goblin has but one fault,
at the sight of a rat he must hult.
for the only thing more tasty than human excriment,
is that of a sewer rodent.
no escape from the sewer beast,
on a rat he’s gonna feast.
no escape from the sewer beast,
no escape,no none in the least.
this little green *censored* is quite the pest,
for ways to get rid of him this is the best.
pinch a loaf, but do not flush,
now spritz some whiz over the putrid mush.
even thought he’ll eat food second-hand from your sis,
not even wangus likes to drink piss.
this poem came from the ass of pregnant goat.