A chokeslam!
Goodnight sweet prince
Goodnight yawning hippo ****
With rice wine coming out your ears
Boom boom sticks
A wisecracker talking head
Histrionics at the bandstand
Eliminated by more than one can shake
Hospitalised due to a
Finishing move on the concrete
The poodle evacuated worldy goods
Outside the pizza restaurant
You left a cigarette on a bicycle seat
To show how gracious you were
Your toying entanglements
Left chairs being thrown
A Scotsman strangled
You with his no laughing matter arm
Tables, ladders and chairs
The human lounge, hairy stool and burger beds
Gape and keep a weather eye on
For those aha visions and afflatus
Our history teacher watched Smackdown
He said it's great theatre
He was a mean spirited canine though he had a home
He was like a ticking land mine as around he would roam
And as the dog went down his street he saw this little boy
There he was on his bicycle seat riding his brand new toy
He snuck around a parked car and then he made his attack
His mom crying out in horror as she barely had time to react
As the dog took his vicious bite it was now becoming a nightmare
When zooming in from the right, Tara, the family cat came to bear
She jumped right into that dogs face for herself having no fear
Chasing him away in a race until she knew the coast was clear
Coming back to check on her friend and it was a really bad bite
But this wound will one day mend but what if Tara didn't take flight
Oh the love and the loyalty that God's creatures so often show
Even from some people this you won't see, such love they don't know
But Tara was God's way to protect every creature at His Hand
So sad to see such animal neglect(though) throughout this entire land
Hero House Cat Saves Boy From Dog Attack May 15 2014
My feet,
got a rhythm
A nervous beat
Oh the meet
Should I eat more meat?
Nah focus more on wheat
Better calm down and take a seat.
World coming at you like a big huge fleet
They try and feed you but you don't wanna eat
I don't like the taste of there beets
I'd rather give myself some tasty treats
Oh wall street
I ain't gonna eat
Get off my bicycle seat
Filthy ol' wall street smelling like your grandma's toilet seat
gonna throw you in some disgusting embassy suite
I used to have a fear of hurdles, but I got over it.
-Jomarc Bernardo
In a previous life
I was a woman’s bicycle seat
Envied by all couch potato men
My life has gone downhill since then
Now my old friends call me Depends
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