The Food For the Party
THE BUTCHER SENT THE PORK.
SHE TOLD THEM, I DON'T
KNOW WHY THAT DAMN
FOOL, ORDERED THOSE
PIGFACES.
12 PIGFACES, THAT'S
ENOUGH FOR A PARTY.
IF HE THINK'S I'M GONNA
COOK THEM, HE GOT
ANOTHER THING COMING!
HE BETTA GET THAT CHICK
DOWN AT FREAKY
SWIGGLE TO COOK'EM, I HEARD HE
AND THOSE HUSSIES WHERE
DOWN AT THE GOOPY-GLOOP
GRINDING ALL OVER THOSE WHORES,
HE BETTER GET THAT OLE, GAL
OF FEDDIE TO COOK'EM, CAUSE I AINT!
GOT NOUGH BEER TOO!
DAY GONE PARTY WITH THEM HO'S!
BETCHA ONE OF THEM GOT
GHONNOREA OR SUMTHANG,
WHY WOULD THEY BE PARTING WITH
THEM PEOPLE, I DON'T KNOW!
LORRD CALL THAT DAMN FOOL
AND TELL HIM, HIS EVIL FOOD IS HERE !
Copyright © Allan Terry | Year Posted 2018
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