As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
In the beef convention, eating
eating
Breaking beef records while the beefiness of the beefy
Beefmasters
Drips from their veins along with their beefy saliva
As each drop hits the ground, they make thunderous thuds
Abroad
Beefy Beefenschneidercauff, Beef Champion
Asks "who is this beefy man stealing away our precious beef?"
"Beef!"
I reply, "I am no man, I am 679 square pounds of
Beefy woman, hear me roar"
"ROAR!"
I walked along the beefy roads, paved with beef
Entered the store and purchased the Ancient Beef Saw Sabre of
Zumachalas
The perfect tool for chopping my 49,000 consecutive pounds of
Beef into
A substance
edible enough to
consume
"Break yo'self, fool!"
Squirrelly McSquirrelson tauntingly called across the
CRISP
WINTER
AIR
"I'll get you, nucca!"
A man was chasing him, t'was Thomas Jackson III,
son of Pedro William Jackson II,
ruler of the throne
The snow thickly covered the ground in one layer
As if a very large albino had been skinned alive in Heaven
And his skin bloodlessly fell to the ground in unison, silently...smoothly
"Anderson!"
Squirrelly's unnaturally large bag of nuts dragged acrost the
Cold albino skin,
It sterilized him
"I'll kill you for this!" "Nucca!"
Thomas Jackson III chased Squirrelly McSquirrelson into his den
He tripped over a doubled up layer of the albino skin
And fell into the den
He was trapped
The BIG
BEEFY WOMAN
"Saw" this, no pun intended
Whilst sawing her beef
"AHH!" "OY!" "DAS ES GOOD!" She made random outbursts
of
Astonishment,
Like a thief in the night
"Anderson!"
She ran over to get Squirrelly McSquirrelson
Everyone was after him
Peter Possum tripped Her Beefy Highness
And she DROPPED the ancient bone beef saw sabre of the land
Zumachalas
It flew, piercing the albino skin
And
it coLLapsed
on top of
Thomas Jackson III
