One for I Eat Snowman poop inspired by the post "More Stuff About me."
You call your cat’s Bitches, so what do they call you
Probably that whore, that likes to eat poo.
“O Captain, My Captain,” and Annabelle Lee,
Your two favorite poems make me have to pee.
You rarely wear yellow, and you don’t really know why
Maybe it is Big Bird, as a child he made you cry.
You should take him to court, you could be on TV,
It is only then, that maybe you will see.
Why people are obsessed, and can’t stop watching
Judge Judy and Wapner, as they just keep talking.
Maybe some Vodka, is just what they need
Lucky for itty bitty, you didn’t drop your speed.
Poor little kitty, he got a little drunk
But it’s better than the dog, that took a ride in your trunk.
You laugh at all the bikers, when you think it looks like rain,
In hopes that they will get wet, and the droplets cause them pain.
We are truly beginning to see, who you really are
Even though yours works, you’re getting a new car.
Selling your old one, is proving to be tricky
People are demanding, and getting pretty picky.
You offer up your boob, to try and drive the price
Dan will cop a feel, but Terri had to think twice.
I would buy your car, but I have bad news I’m afraid,
Wal-Mart just called me, and said I didn’t get paid.
They said some stupid bitch, wrote them a bad check
And now it’s all my fault, and they treat me like Shreck.
I bet it was you, and now you owe me money
You may be laughing now, but I promise it isn’t funny.
I will get you back, just don’t you worry
I’ll wait until your drunk, and your visions a little blurry.
Now who am I kidding, you know I can’t stay mad
You gave me box of Ziplocks, and for this I am Glad.
There not quit like heaven, but what they may contain
Could be considered, candy for your brain.
You are an odd duck, even stranger than Sue
Especially with a name, like “I eat Snowman Poo.”
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
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