. . . putrid prawn.
Now in shit-aspic she'll come to the table,
'cause we don't want to waste a bit of Mabel.
Bruce showed up next day and asked for Mabel.
Jones was in the basement watching cable.
Since coprophilia brought this poem to stasis,
The cop was forced to search in lower places.
Now Jones was getting nowhere fast, the dumbo!
So he brought in a colleague, called Columbo.
Who, having been born sans a sense of smell,
Was able to hunt Mabel through the shits of hell
And yet munch lunch unfazed. He loved a taco,
Cabeza most, especially ad hoc, so
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