Up the bean-stalk he climbed,
Exposed arse whistling in the wind
(the score to some old sitcom from
before all the screens turned blue),
He was compensating for the queasy feeling
That that farmer’s seed was rotten,
Infested with the next viral sensation,
A TikTok explosion,
Little did he know that he was the fuse,
Percolating with infestation,
About to be unleashed upon the world above.
Be well,
Monty
Monty’s Blahg 
Bravo! You’re on a roll!!
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