-An Epitaph out of Respect for String Beans-

Ho-hum he died.
Thumbs his main accomplishment.
They stuck out, he more… protruded,
amuck did run his gullet.
There he lies six deep in spry,
hair glopped like jelly,
nose akin to anchor rusted.
Shows how much he maladjusted.

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