His power from the bark side,

His brain all solid & fried,

His stools soft & gooey,

He dresses like he’s screwy,

He lived on the star of meth,

The only one there, he had such barkable breath…

He did at one time of the empire lead,

All did bow before him, fearful of his bark creed,

Even did run from him was his black steed,

Fearful of fleas was his horse, as well he disliked Barks weed…

If he now does come to your door,

Don’t be afraid of his loud roar,

Of humans he has no rapport,

Don’t allow him near, just of him & his stench, ignore…

© ed ~ 5/13/10