Lowe McKee is a paste-eater. He eats paste like no other. It is true. "Does he eat paste?" Yes he does. "Why he eats paste?" Well just because. He eats paste he eats paste he eats paste. Yes he does. I hope you`re singin` this! Feel the music! He eats paste he eats paste he eats paste. Yes, he doooooooooeeeeeeessssss! Why does he eat paste? Well just becaussssssssssse! He is quite a paste-eater! A melon-beater! He`s a wonderful paste-eat-in-guy! YEEEEEEAAAAAH! Wooooooo! Do you know what else Lowe Mckee does? He drinks liquid bologna. Why you would drink a lunch meat, Idon`t know. But, he does. Somebody must put an end to this madness. What order of man are you when you simply sip deli delights and eat school glue. I`d have to say that it is down-right propostorous! Why? Why? WHY? W-H-Y?! WHHHYYYYYYY! That Lowe McKee. He is about the funniest paste eater I have ever met too, to tell you the truth. But, the question is: Is it a sin to eat paste and snarl while calling yourself "Bongo, Dark Underlord of over-stuffed chairs" ? Tell me how you can la la la when I loo loo loo and you fee fee fee when I foo foo foo? La La La wombat. Lowe Mckee, I`ll tell you what. If you, or anybody else writes me a poem about a wombat and sends it to Joe Davis (That`s Me.) I will put a link to their poem on the front page of my web site with their name on it. So first person to send me a poem about a wombat will get their name and poem on the front page, and anyone after that will get their poem put into the poem section. So, it`s a deal. Send me those poems! Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!