There’s a monster standing behind me.  I can’t see him.  I can barely see his shadow. He’s very tall and dark, with long legs, rapping in a deep voice:

Whackadoodle!  Here I am!
I’m going to fry your brain like spam!
Whackadoodle!  Here I come!
I’m going to leave you deaf, blind, and dumb!
You’d better start a writin’,
’cause you’re a dyin’.
Whackadoodle me!  Whackadoodle you!
You’re going to smell like yesterday’s poo!
Doot diddly die!  You’re stir fry!

— 2009 Soulfulsilkee

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