**** Hat
The American was an **** hat
A real screw ball idiot
Who didn’t care what people thought
She did this and that what she wanted
A new tattoo left nipple coloured dark green
Right ear extended elf like
Having sex with 70 year old men
Just for the Hell of it
Not to get their cash
A real **** hat gal
She was a local character
One whom people detested
Crossed the road to avoid
Yet she was smart could argue
On vague stupid topics
Her real name was Dawn
In reality they called her slang
Names unprintable here
She’s the **** hat gal
Full of crap a real lunkhead
Imagine if you were her
So full of **** hat !
All of his life, Ralph was a dunderhead
Foot in his mouth, whatever he said ~
'I love water,' he told friends
Here's how that would end ~
They dumped an ice-cold bucket on his head
Our town's old fire chief Ron's a real lunkhead
When the alarm rings, he lingers in bed
He yawns, then he stretches
And, of course, he k'vetches*
If you wait for Ron, you'll surely be dead
After protests got rid of the police
They went after old Ron like angry geese
They announced they'd attack
That roused Ron from the sack
The fool grinned, "Hey, let's smoke the pipe of peace!"
*'k'vetches' is Yiddish for 'complains'
dripping my red ink…
my clumsy cousin from space
lovable lunkhead
Dotted, splattered, kicked the bucket under
My sofa…what a mess…what a great guest...
bleeds
on
my rug
pools
of
tie-dyed
fiber
he
is
so
sorry
roll
my
eyes
here on planet nice, we take our time, we often rhyme
dan’s just a dinosaur from planet earth, a primate
inclinations to spin
tornado style
disasters
follow
me
one day, i shall visit, his land of chaos
straighten the curves
tidy up the streets
set regular hours
bring peace
and
quiet
Wesley Melvin Buchan, also known as Wesmechan,
was a pusillanimous and a good-for-nothing,
although some people consider him a charlatan,
this scoundrel's office runs like a three-ring
circus. Oddly enough, many his coworkers and
classmates fear him no end, like a spider obsessed
with the asphyxia of planets, but the magic wand,
however, whether you like it or not, will infest
your brain and your wallet. Far from being a panegyric
this is indeed a diatribe, injected by venomous expletives,
deserved by this lunkhead, Wesley, a most idiotic
waste of space but I love him, although he's not my relative.
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