Clear that junk from your eyes, and post-haste! You just don't have one moment to waste! Many fans are leap-frogging To eye-ball your next blogging If you fail, well, they'll mash you to paste!
Hey, pal, there's no time to feel listless The public is a fickle mistress Your lines are awaited With breath that is bated So emerge from your little chrysalis
They say words won't break human bones That harm will come from sticks and stones But feelings are real And jibes some guys feel Especially guys like old crones
I'll show you, you young whippersnapper I'll teach you to open your yapper I'll pound some respect Straight down your neck But first,I must go use the crapper
Clear that junk from your eyes, and post-haste!
ReplyDeleteYou just don't have one moment to waste!
Many fans are leap-frogging
To eye-ball your next blogging
If you fail, well, they'll mash you to paste!
Hey, pal, there's no time to feel listless
ReplyDeleteThe public is a fickle mistress
Your lines are awaited
With breath that is bated
So emerge from your little chrysalis
It's hard to continue to doze
ReplyDeleteWhile reading the rot you compose
From sleep I awake
And do double-take
And never my eyes again close!
Well, I never, I do declare
ReplyDeleteBeen treated like this anywhere
Your words cause much pain
When we meet again
A new one for you I will tear!
They say words won't break human bones
ReplyDeleteThat harm will come from sticks and stones
But feelings are real
And jibes some guys feel
Especially guys like old crones
I'll show you, you young whippersnapper
ReplyDeleteI'll teach you to open your yapper
I'll pound some respect
Straight down your neck
But first,I must go use the crapper
(damn prostate)