Chickenlittle, lips flecked with spittle For ever and ever stirring the pot With himself he must diddle. Because his wife, she will not. He loves to see the insults fly When he's the target, my oh my Like a little girl, he doth cry. Runs to us daddy Trooper Pork Sits on his lap like a little dork. Says Trooper Pork to Chickenlittle With your dicky I will fiddle. Chickenlittle sighs yes, with a giggle.
Chickenlittle, lips flecked with spittle
ReplyDeleteFor ever and ever stirring the pot
With himself he must diddle.
Because his wife, she will not.
He loves to see the insults fly
When he's the target, my oh my
Like a little girl, he doth cry.
Runs to us daddy Trooper Pork
Sits on his lap like a little dork.
Says Trooper Pork to Chickenlittle
With your dicky I will fiddle.
Chickenlittle sighs yes, with a giggle.
FU
LOL, FU
ReplyDeleteThat poesy screams to be read in a Paul Lynde voice and put up as a chirbit at Lem's!
More please!