This is what me and my friends do in our spare time
Me and Aoife (U1TRA.. go read her blogs :D hehe) did a verse each.. it was late :)
I'm sorry to anyone who takes offence.. it was all a joke :)

poor mrs snuffles
around the house she ran
no one, nothing could stop her!
till she charged into the fan...

the fan it span around and round
so it chopped her up quite small
but where was the little boy
the one with the bright green ball?

Green ball bill was very well liked
the neighbours all knew his name
but they never could guess his favourite colour
so he died out in the rain

but the rain it fell like straw and feathers
until the day arrived
where all the insects of gumball land
became gods and through arts they thrived

The insects were ruled by buffy, the grub
but secretly they hated his face
so one day they shot him with some acid
and made his kids blind with mace

but one kid was left alive and good
handed the baton of hope
until he drove through the cities of switzerland
to eventually rape the pope

the pope cried out but not one heard
they were busy with lemongrass
so no one knew of his torment
Exept alice who's forever disturbed

alice wrote of all the things she saw
into her diary book
when she found herself being the meal of jurgen,
the famous swedish cook

Jurgen cooked for everyone royal
and let them choose whatever they wish
little did the rich eaters know
dear alice was in the dish

they gobbled it up like pigs and llamas
until they were jam packed
when suddenly a child arose
for some seasoning it lacked

The guests now stared at their unusual platter
and Jergen began to sweat
till they continued eating anyway
though complained the tables weren't set

this was because for unknown reasons
the table was set by an ostrich
who likes to run but mostly crafts
and got distracted with his cross stitch

The ostrich, or humble alan
as he was sometimes known
often knitted tasteful hankies
which were always very well sewn

he knitted and knitted for all his days
until his arms fell off
but luckily a tramp passed by
with an aluminium sloping trough

mad old mr haggins picked up the arms
and studyed them to an immense degree
before shoving them in his pocket
and catching and eating a bee

but the bee was made of pure lizard spit
which is toxic to the tongue
so mr haggins did the dance of life
and off an oak he swung

And with his death we must depart
though much fun we've had my dears
but we leave you with this masterpiece
to go and down some beers