Incensed By Vogan Tv
Happily ensconced in a glimmering tree
Wearing buckle belts on his pudgy left knee
The old Vogan king took a potshot at me.
My men promptly snatched him up and threw him down
Tore off his wig, his shirt, and his hideous crown
Kicked him meanly into a heap on the ground
We dragged him by orange donkey cart all over town
By the time we were finished, his pants were all brown
He gave up his scepter, his gold teeth and his crown
He offered me the key to his kingdom, his wife, and more
What would I do with that dried up old shrew of a boar?
Anyway, I was on a mission and wanted a war.
What really made me mad, what incensed me, was Vogan TV
It was on every single channel, and how good can that be?
Next time I tell you the Vogan King will be sorry he messed with thee.
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