Since Kelly was destroyed in the Lumber Minion Match his life is essentially over. The master has taken him in as a fuck slave like Fanuci. Here is my ode to Kelly the Fruit.
He ate and drank at the Inconvenient Cafe,
His tool grew robust;
He knew no more that his sight was poor,
Nor that his anus cavity was dust.
He pranced along with dingy gays,
And this bequest of wings
Was but a strap-on and porno book.
What liberty
A loosened stool brings!
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