Dropkicked
Dropkicked
I was down in old Logan,
when a Demon attacked,
he came screaming and frothing,
his eyeballs were slack,
I sprang forward quickly,
and drop kicked him back,
his goolies rose up,
shell shocked in their sack,
he winged that his balls,
were going blue, red or black ,
in a Magpie smother he staggered away,
the tone of his voice was squeaky today,
a frothing and swearing he went on his way,
the Pelican from the Pilliga hung slack.
Don Johnson {true story}
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q8WaYSxneJw
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2016
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