An Ode To The Silly Sausage Surf Crew
The Silly Sausage Surf Crew
Are the zaniest meats
In the whole stew
They are crazy
In their meaty brains
Sometime hazy
Often playing games
They love to carve
Each other good
Freaky sausages
Up to no good
With knife and fork
They love to feast
They hunt like a hawk
And attack like beast
When cut they bleed
Slimy sausage juice
Like an oil leak
Or a stinky moose
You'll often find them
On the BBQ
Chilling with onion
And things that go moo
Put them in your
Chewing hole
Clench your teeth
And hear them yell
That's the sound
Of the Sausage Crew
Being eaten
By big bad you
The End
See you next time
-Mulga
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