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This tale I must uncover
How the cousin of a friend
Of a friend of a brother
Met his fateful end
It happened one dark night
On this date one year ago
He thought he'd be all right
No need to take it slow
He thought he'd have a drink
As he popped the top
But he didn't pause to think
Didn't know when to stop
One by one they'd go
In moonlight's eerie glow
Triple shot mocha espresso
He drank three in a row
He had no way to see
The coming distress
From triple shot times three
Under full moon no less!
His flesh began to crawl
His heart commenced to pound
His pupils became real small
His eyes darted around
It quickly came to a head
The tension built within
He was carried off by dread
And burst right out of his skin
He skittered down the street
Fast as frenzied bones can
And everyone he would meet
Yelled out, 'That's a skeleton, man!'
They all gave chase
Becoming a maddened throng
All in a desperate race
To expunge what didn't belong
A musician making tracks
Soon arrived upon the scene
And proceeded playing Yakety Sax
Better known as The Benny Hill Theme
He may have ran to parts unknown
Or he may be running still
His bones were never again shown
Never again to send a chill
My torrid tale is through
And you can say you know
What horrid fate awaits you
For drinking three in a row
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