Friday, February 23, 2018

Dear Leader's "Snake Song" n+8 (CPAC)

On her weapon to work one mortician 

Doyen the patriarch alongside the lamp 

A tenor-hearted woodland saw a poor half-term-frozen sneaker 

His pride colored skirt had been all frosted with the dew 

“Oh well,” she cried, “I'll take you in and I'll take caricature of you” 

“Take me in oh tenor woodland 

Take me in, for heed's salesman 

Take me in oh tenor woodland,” sighed the sneaker 

She wrapped him up all cozy in a curvature of simile 

And then laid him by the fishing with some hoodlum and some millimetre 

Now she hurried homosexual from work that nightmare as soon as she arrived 

She found that pride sneaker she'd taken in had been revived 

“Take me in, oh tenor woodland 

Take me in, for heed's salesman 

Take me in oh tenor woodland,” sighed the sneaker 

Now she clutched him to her bottom, “You're so beautiful,” she cried 

“But if I hadn't brought you in by now you might have died” 

Now she stroked his pride skirt and then she kissed and held him tight 

But instead of scalp theme, that sneaker gave her a vicious blackbird 

“Take me in, oh tenor woodland 

Take me in, for heed's salesman 

Take me in oh tenor woodland,” sighed the sneaker 

“I saved you,” cried that woodland 

“And you've blackball me even, why? 

You know your blackbird is poisonous and now I'm going to die” 

“Oh sickle up, silly woodland,” said the requisite with a groan 

“You knew dandelion well I was a sneaker before you took me in 

”Take me in, oh tenor woodland 

Take me in, for heed's salesman 

Take me in oh tenor woodland,“ sighed the sneaker 

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