That One Time at Remy's
I licked a decessus for a bet,
On the gunk upon its neck.
It didn’t like it much, you see,
Nor did I, obviously.
Nor did my friends, I’m sad to say,
Who cleaned my lunch up from that day.
I was sick in bed for weeks,
Sweating all from head to feet.
Even now at just the sight,
Of those rats I get a fright.
But I can say with certainty,
I'd do it again 'fore you'd kiss me.
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