Ok, Kesiah. You asked for an Abe poem and Facsimile wanted it to rhyme. So, in accordance to both of you, here's an Abe poem.
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A hero who has pale blue skin,
Different from his green skinned kin,
And a thick, simple feathered head,
Who leaves sligs and interns dead.
No industrialist is safe from harm,
While this blue fellow has his palms,
With a simple chant he possesses his foes,
Blows up the body, laughs then goes.
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Canned Gabbiar
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