Trash Trouble
Oh Trubbish you're such rubbish
Your more trouble than an overweight trash bag about to burst
Leaving everything and anything as an aftermath
Your stench maybe poisonous but yet you leave a sticky hold
Yet your only two weaknesses is psychic and ground
But when you evolve into Garbodor your an ugly
Yet monstrous site to behold
A frightening yet poisonous trash heap
Whose stench is unbearable to those who come upon it
A monstrous pile of rubbish so horribly disfigured
Stitched together so poorly that because of its weak armor
That it would surely fall apart
But just like Trubbish the only two weakness it has is psychic and ground