Bloody Bassett Hound

Bloody Bassett Hound According to facts which are well-rooted To be a fine poet, I am properly suited With an imagination which is astounding Like some fathers who were to be founding. I'm like a horny, big, bloody basset hound Who had continuously been messing around He did for reasons which were deliberate; Did end up sick and no one could cure it. Sickness was writing poetry we have heard, And can tell it by each and every word; So maybe this we should further address; All my poems which I wrote were full of BS. James Thesarious Hilarious Horn