[George M. Middius[_4_]]

'Twas the night before Kroodown, and all 'round Goose Puke
Hardly a truth could be found, except for this ruse:
The email with porn that the Kroo swore was so jake
Was just now admitted to be a big fake.

The Kroo was ensconced in a big ball of snot
He prayed to his "God" for that one last big shot
To get into heaven and noT! burn in hell
And God said to Kroo: Now it is time for your trVth to be told.

A wave of cold fear came down 'pon the Kroo
Admit it he could, whate'er might ensue
"You lied like a dog!" they'd all yell in their glee
But Kroo saw it now that the truth makes him free.

And so to the playpen the Kroo bravely went
The email he'd sworn was by John lately sent
He now did admit was a big crock of lies
No porn had existed, and the Kroo was now wise.

To his "god" up in heaven the Kroo sent his plea
"Oh Lord, won't you please give your mercy to me?"
And a shrill voice he heard in his red burning ear
"You're Arnii the Krooborg, and you can rot in your fear."