That's how you penetrate the double-wide,
Your pig dripping Spam jelly. "Accident,"
You say in staccato. "Need rag. Snout bent."
Mr. L sees Robot Hell, but his wife
The chunky troll directs you with a knife,
"Turn right, then left, the bathroom down the hall...."
O apparition in the shower stall!
The face you see reflected's not Jesus'
But Streleski's with mental diseases.