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⠀⠀⠀⢻⣦⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡼⠃
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠛⠶⣄⠶⠋ ⠀⠀⠀+. *

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There once lurked a man called Clanker Von Spanker,
A sockless goblin and part-time gear yanker.
He lived in a shed made of spoons and regret,
With a kettle that screamed every time it got wet.

He’d wobble through alleys at quarter past cheese,
Arguing loudly with militant bees.
“Silence, you sprockets! Behave, you appliance!”
Then spank rusty robots for minor defiance.

His pockets held onions, three forks, and a brick,
Plus a map to a place called The County of Blick.
Where the vending machines hissed riddles at night,
And the sidewalks were legally banned from being polite.

Once he spanked a lawnmower clear into space,
While humming show tunes at a dangerous pace.
The moon filed a complaint, the stars looked away,
And the clankers all clanked in a scandalous way.

So if your fridge starts chanting in fluent raccoon,
Or your toaster proposes a wedding at noon,
Don’t scream, don’t faint, don’t phone the bank,
Just summon this man to give 'em a spank.

+rep eggwuh restored

-rep no eggwuh