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Dear Ebenezer Bleezer:

I sampled ice cream from your freezer.

     Your twenty eight divine creations
     Were viewed by me with admiration - -

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But after eating them:

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The cocoa mocha macaroni
Was tasted by my little pony,
     It made her sick; we called the vet
     But she soon died, I much regret.

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The checkerberry cheddar chew,
A flavour which to me was new,
    Brought out pimples on my nose,
    And caused some curling of the toes.

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The Lobster Litchi Lima Bean –
(Oh such a lovely shade of green) -
     Though quite delicious to the taste,
     Added inches to my waist.
 
I’m sure you didn’t mean to harm me
With almond ham meringue salami,
     But how I suffered indigestion.
     ‘Twas the ice cream, without question.
 
The sassafras souvlaki hash,
Though served with some potato mash,
     Was yucky, mucky, sickening, foul!!!
      It even caused my dog to howl!

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Your butter brickle pepper pickle
Caused my bottom soon to tickle.
     I scratched all day; I scratched all night.
     It must have looked a frightful sight.

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The Peanut Pumpkin Bubblegum
Got tangled up inside my tum.
     An ambulance was quickly called
     And doctors were all quite appalled.

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A surgeon came and scratched his head.
'It’s a miracle that she’s not dead!
    Bubblegum could likely prove
    Quite a hard thing to remove.'

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I’m glad to say that I’ve survived!
I’m home again and still alive,
    But  have to tell you Mr Bleezer,
    I want no more ice cream from your freezer!

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