O white lights

What would I give

To be rid of he

And his

My brother, Sans,

I mean

He'd totally look so much better in green

If only he looked as good as me

But he can't see

...

The abnormality.

My name is Papyrus

And Papyrus is me

I'm sure you'd agree

Wholeheartedly

That a tale to tell

Is what I have to tell

And I'm sure you will think it quite swell

I forgot what this poem was about

But Undyne's service I'm seeking out

To join! Not play!

As I'm sure I can do that a different day

Play, that is, and not in that way!

I don't think that highly of Undyne

She can be quite mean

Keen

Nyeh-heh-heh

Nyeh-heh-heh

Nyeh-heh-heh

Heh-heh-heh

Heh

I've run out of rhymes

So I'll finish with this

Oh, look! Undyne is at my door, staring at me, and how.

She's raising her spear, oh, dear_

I KILLED HIM

-UNDYNE