In the shadows of the deep.
Would shape a thing so ugly?
Your oozing frame and face create?
Gave birth this sloppy lump of slime?
What the hammer? What the spade?
You slipping slurping slump of ooze?
Did he who made the flem make you?
Was’t dust that made the blob fish too?
Did sneeze the blob fish into view?
If e’er one needs an ego boost.