Seventeen
Seventeen drunken munckins
At my door,
Scotch in hand, other out for more...
I tried to divert them, and tossed out
My Dunken Munchkins
But got hit with an empty bottle,
That was the first munckin I did throttle.
Two 'lil drunken devils,
Grabbed my feet,
Tripped me up,
But oh so sweet,
When that old Tae Kwon Do training
"Kicked" in, You might say,
Four munchkins saw no further light that day...
But now there were 'lil devils,
All over me,
Ripped my hair out,
I couldn't even see...
Munchkin blood and mine
Blended on my stoop
Like fine wine....
One more bottle swing...
I hear the birds chirp,
The angels sing...
I went down swinging..,
Munckin murder on my mind,
I wish I had,
Sixteen more of my kind...
Well the Munckins sent me to heaven
They'd set my soul free..
But what do you think I first saw...
In front of me?
Seventeen wizards of Munchkinland...
This was surely h_ll,
At least it was for me,
One very dead Tom Bell.
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