Unlike the surly barman, who continued to look peeved.
Frankenstein now looked like a diabolic and salacious garden gnome.
Happy that his rusty nuts had now found a home.
He pushed his little wheelbarrow off into the distance
Walked behind a tree where he assumed the piss stance
Then, finally appeased, he wrote his name in the snow
No No No, he wrote a bottle of rum!
<misterblister disqualified for not rhyming>
<continuing from ...snow...>
Unaware of what danger lurked below.
<continuing from ...snow...>
Unaware of what danger lurked below.
...he appeared, yet he just didn't give a bum,
this superstition-less hobowe.
this superstition-less hobowe.
He trundled on, unto a lady, most gaga she appeared
He said "Good morning, crazy lady"
She said "Good morning to you too"
He asked "Anybody else up yet?"
For russian rhyme's sake she said "Njet".
He said "Good morning, crazy lady"
She said "Good morning to you too"
He asked "Anybody else up yet?"
For russian rhyme's sake she said "Njet".
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