Listen you, you old curmudgeon,
As you sit on that escutcheon,
Watch the point that near your rear,
To you so near and dear,
This little ballad that you wrote,
Way out there, and so remote,
I think it was in vain,
I heard not one refrain,
Even Ma, or Brother Ed,
Not a word, are glum instead,
So here is back to you,
Keep your Swedish pooh,
But anyhow, and as I said,
I’ll be flying by instead,
And as I do, just like a pigeon,
On your head, I live a smidgen,
Pooh that is, from me to you,
Cry all you want boo hoo,
You little hallow weenie,
I know, its teeny teenie,
Otherwise, I’m fine thank you,
And I wish the same for true ,
So have your fun and glee,
Take care, when drinking witches peeeeeeeee, did I say peeeeeeee I meant tea, really, yes sir!©29/10/2009
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