A short little mindless poem

Starkle, starkle, little twink – who the heck I are you think?

I'm not under the alcofluence of incahol like some thinkle peep I are.

I've just had tee many martoonis and a scottle of botch!

Thanks to Roderick Gibson for reciting this to me 23 times in a row so that I could memorize it.

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