Patrick Granfors is badmouthing me saying that harass my brothers Ed, I think the Buzzard as passed to him that bird-flu. But go and see his picture of a rosy fatty little pig ready for our castle BBQ.
Now people, if you need feathers for quills to write please, the Buzzard is available just now, don't be shy and write!!!

Have decorated all the torture chambers
for the convenience of sadistic souls,
a new array of bloodcurdling screams
but the one to be tormented is up to you,
floors shouldn’t be washed ever after
we praise ourselves of our bloody ghoul.

Now, heard that William the Destroyer
will come chained to a woman’s bow,
a witch responding the name of Amber Nyx
Queen of the Night that should watch out
cos my Zombie Bride with the mean whip
don’t will tolerate her name to be rob.

The Buzzard is running from The Mouth
and will crash-land in our cauldron,
but many will prefer that the dumb turkey
fly directly to our nice BBQ deluxe room
wearing a Paul Newman’s famous lotion
that’s have one finger licking mean Cajun.

Fiendish Fee is banging his guitar he says
to find a tune after used for poop by his dog,
as his cuz Rose are chopping fingers
of senior citizens she found on the dole,
and chirping around the ceiling is Jasmin
disguised as a robin but being an old cot.

Tom-Cat Hyland, that deranged little one
will try to crash the party we all know,
but we have a surprise to that kookoo fiend
a five gallons enema of boiling oil!
which will bring to her knees by laughter
our own Tiger Lily…drunk like a skunk.

PeeWee is badmouthing his poor brothers,
Ma should wash is mouth, to she we told,
And, that dog fleas eat his Chicago flesh
coming to my castle as a skinny skeleton,
cos we love each other in our family…
even if Mean Tall Woman don’t believe so!