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Whammy with Donuts

My best companion, it’s true, first and last,
Upon my search of lands, a-near, afar,
Is Whammy–Blam!–Kablammy, smoke and blast!
Our love policemen’s tickets cannot mar.

At Krispy Kreme, the music fills my car,
A donut shop beside a vacant field,
My musket waits, its color black as tar.
My pal, my pet, my crutch, and yes, my shield.

My Whammy likes to shoot until they yield,
Who hide all night in Scooter Fartham’s barn,
It’s true, my lifetime long I choose to yield
My musket, turning critters into yarn.

Kablammy rules my town! And without fail,
Someday police will send us off to jail.

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