Dear friends, Georg fell in the moat,
Why you ask, I’m glad you do,
He was drunk on Aquavit,
In that gruesome mess does float,
All that Swedish poison shit,
And Coors of course, that drink, he do,
I warned him often, watch that plank!
It’s slippery wet from witches pee,
But does he listen? Are you kiddin,
No wonder that he’d tank, fall in the pooh,
I fished him out with rubber mitten,
This I tell you, I’m not shittin,
Despite the plums of Montezuma,
Mixed with his balls of snake,
And poison cookies that he’d bake,
For pee wee ed, and big Cahuna,
Mean tall woman, going make him ache,
Trinkets did she bring, and drum,
I can hear it now, He’ll be singing au, au,
To her mean old pachee, pow, wow,
I done my job, I fished him out,
Let the witches pee on him with glee,
Or strip him naked, set him free,
Let him stew awhile and pout,
I know this sort of takes the sheen,
Of his mean old Halloween,
But folks, it’s just like this,
When you on other people piss,
He should be happy that he has,
A castle gate through which he pass,
To hide his ugly face the gnome,
And crawl back in his tomb,
Now that’s for trying to snag my submarine,
In your muddy front yard you call a moat,
And for serving me that plum pudding,
What a shitty way to greet a friend.
And here I thought you were a gent,
Stick the broom up yours, or whatever,
And all your Halloween endeavour,
I’ll drop a bomb as I fly by,
Just on passing, to say hi©28/10/2009
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