In a restaurant called Zzzzzzz-
zzzzz, one hundred rabbits, instead of
hopping, are walking in like men.
Watch out for Father Joseph, young one,
it's pink to the extreme;
Don't think the edibles are miniscule.
Exploding liquid blows up my mouth,
and I wait upon the many guys,
the many pots upon Father Zip.
Matt devours hoops.
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