Master of projection,
you sniggering,
floppy eared
hound.
you sniggering,
floppy eared
hound.
When courage is
needed,
you're never
around.
Those medals
you wear
on your
moth-eaten
chest
should be there
for bungling
at which
at which
you do best.
So,
stop the
pestering!
Stop your pestering,
pestering!
Stop your pestering,
Stop your pestering,
stop the
stop the
pestering,.
somehowwww!
Nab it,
jab it,
tab it
grab
it,
somehowwww!
Nab it,
jab it,
tab it
grab
it,
just stop the pestering
now.
------------------------------------------ Poetry by Rev.Bola (copyright: 2.12.11) --------------------------------------- |
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