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In Middle-earth's realm, where tales unfold,
Gordon Ramsay, bold and brash, strolled.
To Gollum's dark cave, he ventured, keen,
Seeking a meal, not raw fish, but beans, pristine.
But Gollum, his eyes gleaming, offered his fare,
Slippery fish, the stench filling the air.
Yet Ramsay's demand remained, unwavering, it seems,
"I want beans, not this rubbish," he yelled and he screamed.
And wriggling!
We likes it wriggling! We likes it!