The stinky bug
The stinky bug flew In the house.
He blew the roof, and killed the cat.
He farted my room and blew it up.
And in 1, 2, 3 it devoured the mat.
The stench burnt my face off
But why why why.
The bug flew here with its sticky deadly
smell but i’m gonna die die die.
It’s gonna leave behind droppings
of it’s little white loot.
Don’t forget how it fart the house
down with 1 poot.
It’s gonna stink my hair before
the party odour.
Don’t forget it might blow my noseoff with twitch of it’s hair.