iodine head

his name is bob,

he doesn't feel fine.

because his head

is made out of iodine.



the strangest thing,

to have an iodine head.

what a peculiar thing,

don't color yourself red.



it's so odd,

it makes me quiver.

into the firepit,

is where i'll shiver.



to have an iodine head,

that is what i'd hate.

and forever he is locked in,

a very strange fate.

i'd look at bob,

in his unusual state.

but i must go,

or it will be too late.

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