Maybe I'll just stay off the phone
And stay home and do it alone
Then I'll get it right
Not too loose or tight
If the shoe fits it gnaws no bone
There once was a preacher in Spain
Who made those who heard him insane
He told many lies
And false alibies
From which none but he stood to gain
This preacher he was one big whimp
A regular self serving gimp
Of those there are tons
Poor old spanish nuns
Who had to live with such an imp
A rooster fell down from a tree
Which he had climbed up in to see
The farmer come home
Pursued by a gnome
A toddler, a tick and a bee
(Sorry about the onslaught, just had to dig myself out of this trench of tasteless thought
)
A beer tastes much better in june