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Let us sing a merry song-like song
One lyric at a time:
There is a house in Turner's Green, |
Where lives the ghost of Dr. Breen
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Who remains convinced that the world is very mean
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So he summoned up zombie ghoasts
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And shouted out the boast
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Because he was the host.
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And along came a dastardly maiden fair
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Who sat down with a silly bear
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And shared with him a deep-fried chocolate eclair.
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Until upon came a mare
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The Mare asked to the bear
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"Say, that ain't no square?!"
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Was the reply: "No, 'tis a fare!"
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And then the Ghost of Breen undertook
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A book so epic that the ground shook.
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So I kicked her in her nook.
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Feeling this blow, the maiden bequeathed
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**** yall bitches imma cut you and make yo veins leak
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And in came a raven with a diamond beak
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Who, because of such a scene, could not speak
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Fluttering its wings in a manner of despair
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trying to clean manjam out of its hair.
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Upon which it picked out a freshly grown pear
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and shoved it up its butt for dare.
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"My oh my!" said a monstrous beast
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lets have a watermelon feast!
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And so out was brought the yeast
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MEET THE NEW BOSS
SAME AS THE OLD BOSS |
I'M SOLD, THIS **** ISN'T GETTING OLD
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"Nay, Good Sir!" it exclaimed with vehemence
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Lets recompense, for you are a whore.
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"I'm offended!" the tiger exclaimed
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but he was a furry so I killed him with flames.
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what-ev-er happened to the...
heroes? |
Amongst the ravenous, flickering flames, they were transformed into zeroes.
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and the bickering family members remained.
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Until they were convicted and blamed
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and proven to all be ashamed
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Upon which a mighty laugh escaped!
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But strangely all their mouths were taped
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