Oh chat GDP never fails to disappoint
Dimbo and Ginbo, a couple so strange
Their lives were like a carnival game
Ginbo was clingy, she feared to be alone
While Dimbo was a manchild, whose mind never grown
Ginbo had two miracles, but she didn't care
She didn't want to be a mother, it wasn't fair
She ate everything in sight, never satisfied
With no clue of the world, she often lied
Timbo was her husband, getting older each day
He was out of touch, and reality would sway
Obsessed with burgers and hotdogs, his mind would drift
While Ginbo's paprika eyebrows would always shift
Their miracle number one, babbled and dreamed
Of blueberries, a fruit so supreme
While miracle number two, wished to be free
From the grease that he ingested, in his mother's belly
Dimbo and Ginbo, a match so bizarre
Their lives were like a freakish memoir
With Ginbo's separation anxiety and lack of love
And Timbo's lazy eye, they were like two doves
But despite their flaws, they still had hope
To raise their miracles, and help them cope
With life's ups and downs, they'd be there
Dimbo and Ginbo, a family so rare.