I Employ Paper Mills (Deliberate Doggerel Duncery Poetry)

I Employ Paper Mills (Deliberate Doggerel Duncery Poetry)

There once was a little boy who lived on a hill,
And his dad told him he had to go and clean up a big spill
It was in the middle of winter so he got a dreadful chill
Oh, but it was quite the lovely and exciting thrill.
He lived near the famous capital of Brazil
Where Jesus lives while being perfectly still.
It was important that he always maintained his own freewill.
He walked by the overly sanitary landfill
Armed with nothing but a dentist’s hand drill.
He would use it to clean, he’d use it with his abortion pill.
This cleaning job will certainly be overkill.

When I rhyme it’s like I’m employing hundreds of workers at a paper mill.
Especially in the city of Texas, known as Jacksonville.
“I always enjoyed this British comedian known as Benny Hill”,
That’s what the little boy said, who was cleaning the spill.
A fat old lady came up from the ground and the boy stood still.
“What are you doing to my dung-hill?”
The little boy had quite a fright, his voice shrill.
“I came to clean up this giant spill of swill!”
She wasn’t happy, so she killed him with a poisoned pill.

The old fat woman with a double chin crawled down like she was storming the Bastille.
When she reached the bottom of her dung-hill, she began to speak in Tamil.
Which was odd, because she lived in snowy Brazil.
She began to work on her chemistry focusing on carboxyl.
That’s how she poisoned the kid with that pill.
It was unfortunate she died when the covid-19 pandemic hit Brazil.
That’s how I learned about this story, cause I read the story while eating at Chipotle Mexican Grill.