One Glove Packzi
There once was a Paczki from the land of never,And he wore only one glove.
From afros to grease,
The flames cooked him.
Vincent Price tried to save him,
But he was evolving into a Zombie.
In the end, the only thing that could save the One Glove Paczki,
Was to flee to another country and bid everyone farewell 50 times.
Alas, tho, he never made it,
For the heat of California melted his insides.
On the ground laid that glove,
And his owner was wisked away by a helicopter.
The wind picked up.
Fairwell, old glove, for you have blown away.
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