Die Stink, die.
Stop stinking up the place
Cover your ugly face
With sod so foul that only brambles dare
Take root atop its filth. Your grizzled hair
Long home to ticks and fleas
Shall be the straw where graveworms make their bed;
The earth repels you like some rank disease
The sun shines brighter knowing that you're dead
And songbird choirs echo "Die Stink, die."

Croak, Stink, croak.
Collapse and die today
Lover’s eternal bray
Won’t save your flesh from putrefaction’s kiss
While steeping in your fish-flecked yellow piss.
Discarded red and white
Bum wine that strangers spit out through their teeth
Escapes your open veins as blood takes flight.
The river pulls you, holds you underneath,
As bullfrogs call “Ribbit! Croak, Stink, croak.”

(translated by Michael Pendragon and NancyGene)

On Friday, December 9, 2022 at 8:33:51 AM UTC-5, NancyGene wrote:
> Die Stink, die.
> Stop stinking up the place
> Cover your ugly face
> With sod so foul that only brambles dare
> Take root atop its filth. Your grizzled hair
> Long home to ticks and fleas
> Shall be the straw where graveworms make their bed;
> The earth repels you like some rank disease
> The sun shines brighter knowing that you're dead
> And songbird choirs echo "Die Stink, die."
>
> Croak, Stink, croak.
> Collapse and die today
> Lover’s eternal bray
> Won’t save your flesh from putrefaction’s kiss
> While steeping in your fish-flecked yellow piss.
> Discarded red and white
> Bum wine that strangers spit out through their teeth
> Escapes your open veins as blood takes flight.
> The river pulls you, holds you underneath,
> As bullfrogs call “Ribbit! Croak, Stink, croak.”
>
>
> (translated by Michael Pendragon and NancyGene)

The spell is at last complete! Before LoHo blows her next dandelion, the Stink will have been cleansed from off Earth's face.

On Friday, December 9, 2022 at 8:33:51 AM UTC-5, NancyGene wrote:
> Die Stink, die.
> Stop stinking up the place
> Cover your ugly face
> With sod so foul that only brambles dare
> Take root atop its filth. Your grizzled hair
> Long home to ticks and fleas
> Shall be the straw where graveworms make their bed;
> The earth repels you like some rank disease
> The sun shines brighter knowing that you're dead
> And songbird choirs echo "Die Stink, die."
>
> Croak, Stink, croak.
> Collapse and die today
> Lover’s eternal bray
> Won’t save your flesh from putrefaction’s kiss
> While steeping in your fish-flecked yellow piss.
> Discarded red and white
> Bum wine that strangers spit out through their teeth
> Escapes your open veins as blood takes flight.
> The river pulls you, holds you underneath,
> As bullfrogs call “Ribbit! Croak, Stink, croak.”
>
>
> (translated by Michael Pendragon and NancyGene)

Very funny, well done.

On Friday, December 9, 2022 at 3:57:39 PM UTC, Spam-I-Am wrote:
> On Friday, December 9, 2022 at 8:33:51 AM UTC-5, NancyGene wrote:
> > Die Stink, die.
> > Stop stinking up the place
> > Cover your ugly face
> > With sod so foul that only brambles dare
> > Take root atop its filth. Your grizzled hair
> > Long home to ticks and fleas
> > Shall be the straw where graveworms make their bed;
> > The earth repels you like some rank disease
> > The sun shines brighter knowing that you're dead
> > And songbird choirs echo "Die Stink, die."
> >
> > Croak, Stink, croak.
> > Collapse and die today
> > Lover’s eternal bray
> > Won’t save your flesh from putrefaction’s kiss
> > While steeping in your fish-flecked yellow piss.
> > Discarded red and white
> > Bum wine that strangers spit out through their teeth
> > Escapes your open veins as blood takes flight.
> > The river pulls you, holds you underneath,
> > As bullfrogs call “Ribbit! Croak, Stink, croak.”
> >
> >
> > (translated by Michael Pendragon and NancyGene)
> Very funny, well done.

Thank you, but it was Jean-Francois Champollion who helped to translate the new lines, which were found inscribed on sandstone at the bottom of an ancient river. If only the lines had been discovered before Thanksgiving--they could have been intoned at millions of dinners.

On Friday, December 9, 2022 at 1:53:53 PM UTC-5, NancyGene wrote:
> On Friday, December 9, 2022 at 3:57:39 PM UTC, Spam-I-Am wrote:
> > On Friday, December 9, 2022 at 8:33:51 AM UTC-5, NancyGene wrote:
> > > Die Stink, die.
> > > Stop stinking up the place
> > > Cover your ugly face
> > > With sod so foul that only brambles dare
> > > Take root atop its filth. Your grizzled hair
> > > Long home to ticks and fleas
> > > Shall be the straw where graveworms make their bed;
> > > The earth repels you like some rank disease
> > > The sun shines brighter knowing that you're dead
> > > And songbird choirs echo "Die Stink, die."
> > >
> > > Croak, Stink, croak.
> > > Collapse and die today
> > > Lover’s eternal bray
> > > Won’t save your flesh from putrefaction’s kiss
> > > While steeping in your fish-flecked yellow piss.
> > > Discarded red and white
> > > Bum wine that strangers spit out through their teeth
> > > Escapes your open veins as blood takes flight.
> > > The river pulls you, holds you underneath,
> > > As bullfrogs call “Ribbit! Croak, Stink, croak.”
> > >
> > >
> > > (translated by Michael Pendragon and NancyGene)
> > Very funny, well done.
> Thank you, but it was Jean-Francois Champollion who helped to translate the new lines, which were found inscribed on sandstone at the bottom of an ancient river. If only the lines had been discovered before Thanksgiving--they could have been intoned at millions of dinners.

I can certainly understand why you wouldn’t want credit or take responsibility. I wouldn’t either, if I were you.