Good gravy, I'm tired,
With one foot in the grave.
The other morning
I failed when I shaved.
The tea I just drank
Was tepid at best.
And the 'p' in my waddin'
Is lackin' some zest.
I've reason t'be grumpy
As sure as a bear.
Think I'll go wander
Off to my lair.
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Now wait a minute, if that's a lousy poem that could be only one person, namely that Picklesworth character!
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