The Golden Pass the House of Slithering
Oh wondrous one
What have they done
We're stuck here in a rut
No Paddy's Day, to my great dismay
I'm treated like your mutt
Oh little boy
Fill your heart with joy
The journey's on the cards
I've called the Prez and this he says
With the wisdom of the bards
It is written in the stars
That a mam will travel far
On his duties for to subjugate a nation
And a bowl of sham-rock withering
And a moron that is dithering
Shall uphold the credo of the House of Slithering
So let's all join hands together
Mee Hole springs for the leather
We'll huddle, howling loudly at the moon
Well gather at the Oracle
Each tugging at a follicle
Varad Karz Crystal balls, we will exhume
So, on your knees Mee Hole
My boy, you've topped the pole
And the Sham-rock is your Golden Travel pass
Don't you listen to the rabble
The dyslexic, playing scrabble
Would make more sense conversing with an ass
Mee Hole got on his knees
Varad Karz to appease
The Prez, was howling loudly at their moonies
They each lay upon the floor
Debating furthermore
Drawing straws to see, who'd be the littlest spoonie
For it is written in the stars
That a man will travel far
On his duties for to subjugate a nation
And a bowl of Sham-rock withering
And a moron that is dithering
Shall uphold the credo of the House of Slithering
Copyright © Peter Walsh | Year Posted 2023
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