By popular demand, I have written another Dr. Gladeuss poem for the
enjoyment of all and embrace of poets everywhere. I belive that
this one is a far cry from Revolting Ghouls and spam, and it should be
rather funny. So sit back, and enjoy:
"Oh I Thinks You Stink! (To My Dearest Vampire Lord)" By Dr. Gladuess

Oh I Thinks You Stink! (To My Dearest Vampire Lord)

Dear Mr. Zsarachnor, the Vampire Lord,

You can
Stink Up
Some Zombies
Thats what you can do
But they still smell like roses!
compaired to you!

You can think about ghouls...
You can think about zinc...
You can think about bats...
But I still think that you stink!

Oh how you stink!
If only you try!
Take a bath!
That smell is making me cry!

And if you stink up the crystal leaf Inn,
I'll jab you with my shining steel pin!

You just cant stop,
You smell like slop,
Blindfolded and just by smell,
I really wouldn't be able to tell...
I'd probably try to clean you up with a mop

When bashing in azdun,
And we see you come,
It smells like an ARMY of rotting discusting zombies and we cry
"Logos save us! Fore sure were done!

I think that you'd stink,
In the garden of Meditation!
But because of your stench, the gods have banned you you damnation!
Oh how that must cause such great Frustration!

Think of the living,
Smelling fresh as the air,
Can't you help but to say
I want to smell like Dr. Gladeuss does over there!

You stink all night,
And all day too,
If you wanted to hide the smell,
You'd have to wear perfume up to wazoo!

I think and I think!
If only I could get close enough to that stench,
Without feeling my stomach wrench...
But alass, you stink and you stink!

There are only so many stinks,
That a stinker like you can stink!
Would you dare try colonge?
Or "El Perfume Aldon?"

You stink to left!

You Stink to the Right!

But If I inslut you any more,
I'm afraid you'll surface and pick a fight!
Toodles Zsarachnor!

By Dr. Gladeuss

I don't know if you read this or not Zsarachnor, but if you did...please
spare my pitiful life...I didn't mean any of it <Begs for Mercy Incase Zsarachnor
reads Poetry>

Penned by my hand on the 12th of Chronos, in the year 243 AF.