Frisk and Whisk
Frisk and Whisk
We always refuse to take any risk
And have a policy of frisk and whisk
Away quickly to jail
Will do without fail;
Rained outside and wind blew brisk.
They were hung over and just
wanted to spend a night over
in jail out of the harsh weather
and will end up getting over
themselves.
Jim Horn
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2017
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