lets put an end to this horrible hobbyist sport... Hello I am internet personality and helldump success story dumar, writer of *breakfast with jesus* and the failed musical *blind people wear wrist watches to fit in*, one time coffee book creator of *guinea pigs in novelty hats eating unique sammichs*(No longer being printed) And I am here to tell you about why you should for me for me c-west king and what your vote means when it comes to putting an end to a very hidden threat to the children of this world -
I young taxidermy child used to model toys in a sickly fashion
Let me first express my disgust at this god awful practice with a poem I wrote that has nothing to do at all with the subject in hand - We'll hoist him high on the crows nest Of a great and mighty ship And together we'll sail the world on winds of words clenched in our grip They then shall bow before us And loudly will proclaim That great is he Who sails this sea And Dumar is his name And all did gaze enchanted Upon the face of He The man who did inspire us, Who sailed that dreadful sea So soon we must depart now The time has come again But gathered round their bonfires They'll speak of he who came From worlds apart They'll sing their hearts That Dumar was his name. But tragedy did befall him Did befall him who sailed through the sky In feral shallow Broken Angry waters He now lies. For Dumar he was reckless And losing his command He Spiralled Round, it Pulled Him Down To the sea bed's oily sand Some say he still remains there Some say that he is dead His spirit, radiant in melancholy Lies trapped in the grim sea-bed But still when moon is dangling Moon is static in the sky And wind, it keeps on howling Keeps on howling Through the night And as the children huddle closer Mother whispers through candle-flame That through the rye The wind does cry That Dumar was his name. A vote for whozyourdaddy is a vote for a better server and the fight against taxidermy and the use of children through the practice for the use in awful 80's styled toy product ads found at the back of Argos catalogues and other sickly commercial magazines.