Call me Prissy or Nancy or Beth But what I fear is Fear Agent's breath His friends don't grow old Because I've been told Just a whiff of his whisper spells Death
Be it garlic or sauerkraut weiners Or seven-course Mex-hi-can deeners If he's in the same room Surly will seal my doom 'Cause my HazMat suit's out at the cleaners!
Call me Prissy or Nancy or Beth
ReplyDeleteBut what I fear is Fear Agent's breath
His friends don't grow old
Because I've been told
Just a whiff of his whisper spells Death
Well, Prissy, you overreact
ReplyDeleteThis fatal bad breath, far from fact
It ain't halitosis
You get from osmosis:
You'll die from his fart's foul impact
So whether sweet nothings he's cooing
ReplyDeleteOr platefuls of beans he's imbuing
If you are clever
Avoid whatever
His top or his bottom is spewing
Exactly.
ReplyDeleteFor those of you who are in doubt
Which end is about to be spout
There's no way of knowing
Which end is blowing
So fast as you can just get out!
Be it garlic or sauerkraut weiners
ReplyDeleteOr seven-course Mex-hi-can deeners
If he's in the same room
Surly will seal my doom
'Cause my HazMat suit's out at the cleaners!
Well excuse me for having my dinner
ReplyDeleteBut if I didn't eat I'd get thinner
When I haven't et
I get so thin thet
At anorexic contests I'm winner
Surly surely can shovel it in
ReplyDeleteHe then washes it down with sloe gin
He sloshes it 'round,
Spits up on the ground
And then starts up all over again
And never will I hesitate
ReplyDeleteTo finish what is on my plate
Then clean plate with bread
Pop bread in my head
And 'gurgitate that spread I ate