Don't piddle and ponder in the middle of a puddle
growing with gross green gooey slime
or dust off and diddle with my fast dancin' fiddle
then play in three quarter time.
Don't harass my handsome horse
when tight to a tree he's tied
then swing on a silver studded saddle
and expect an easy ride.
Don't dare to double decieve
a wise yet whinsome worm
thinking he's sluggish and slow to savvy
then be surprised when that wary worm does turn.
Don't dance with the dunce in the D.C. house
as he leads lethargic lambs.
Denounce this deceptive deciever...
Don't stay silent while there's strength in our hands.
Ain't nobody leading anybody there
The lambs dining on wolves and vice versa
The worm runs in circles sucking on its own tail
While the economy goes in reversa
If you think there is strength in our hands you're mistaken
The slime has now taken its tolls
The silence was golden and we're all now beholden
To the owners of our congressional trolls.
Patrick
Some delightful double entendres in this wonderful romp. It is at the end that the serious business commences. Three cheers for this in your face work, Pat. I say amen to everything written.
Married ten years, and more in love than ever, Robert and Marcie have everything to live for. But a terrible secret is breaking Robert's heart: he knows that Marcie is about to die...
Share
Print
Save
Follow
Happy New Year,
Christine
Lady Mary Ann
Bravo! Dick
The lambs dining on wolves and vice versa
The worm runs in circles sucking on its own tail
While the economy goes in reversa
If you think there is strength in our hands you're mistaken
The slime has now taken its tolls
The silence was golden and we're all now beholden
To the owners of our congressional trolls.
Patrick