Flying around in his own cloud of gas
is a monster so crude he will leave you a gasp!
His smile is awkward and covered in dribble.
His breath is quite tangy and smells like a pickle.
Yet if you can stand him he's actually quite nice.
He's helped me at times, at least once or twice.
His dingle doth hang so don't be a prude,
and HEY! Stop staring you know that is rude!
He only comes out in the darkest of night
with a jar in his hands and no undies in sight.
He likes being free, so don't try and catch him.
So the tale can go on of Spaulding Von Letchum.
8"x10 signed giclée print on archival matte paper.
Frame not included.