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The Corrupted Skibidi - A poem by me

He quietly starts in a place without

Looking for ways to come and attack

He uses the flush as a snout

So he'll hit you in your weak back

He'll get out the arms

But won't realize that

The camera people have come in swarms

However the clocks roll in with their hats

A big war breaks out

And Skibidi has no command

The sound people are blasting about

And everyone is wondering their promised land

However the one who will win,

is the one with the most dapper fit

Will it be the clocks, heads made of tin?

Or the cams, visuals made by bits?

It will be none of the above!

The answer comes flying down like a dove

The truth is,

you'll have to wait for the series

to finally end

*insert the absolute cinema image*