French Narrator: A now...Ze one...ze only! Patrick Star!

*Patrick enters stage*

*audience claps quietly*

Patrick: AHERM! *cough* I have a poem!

Audience: Ok...

Patrick: Yeah. Here goes! *clears throat*

Oh tasty pattie...

I love you with my heart!

Your tastiness...

It is so devine!

All the boys are waiting in line,

But I am first,

You are all mine!

Your cute little buns,

I pinch them with my teeth!

*crowd giggles*

Patrick: *continues* Oh pattie...

You are so juicy!

I love you so!

Now Patty, I must confess!

You sure to make quite a mess!

Your ketchup always gets everywhere!

And I love those tomatoes of yours, but...

Audience member: BOO! YOU STINK! *throws tomatoe at him* AND I HOPE YOU ENJOY THOSE TOMATOES! FREAK!

*The rest of the audience throws vegetables at him*

Patrick: AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH! ATTACK OF THE VEGGIESSS! *runs off stage*

French Narrator: And so...Patrick still stinks at poetry...and brussel sprouts still taste worse zan ze tomatoes...so I guess ze little town of Bikini Bottom is still ze same...for now.

ZE END!