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
