Mary Marmalade And Very Tasty Puppies
I make them go fast
I make them go slow
I call them to heel as we cross
Then if they go past
I tell them to "Whoa!"
(They all know that I am the boss)
I crush them to death
(Or they wish that they were)
I crush Death in them
With gauntlets of fur
I make them go here
I make them go there
I make them roll over and sit
Then if they go queer
I tend to go spare
(I just won't put up with that shit)
I muzzle their jaws
(Or they'll go and pick fights)
I keep them tied up
By knotting my tights
I make them go up
I make them go down
I tell them to stop halfway there
Then if they don't stop
I will go to town
(They all know that I am unfair)
I stifle their yelps
(Or they'll bring down the roof)
I throttle their whelps
With mathematical proof
Contributors: | Padfoot, Beefy, Roland, Ethetran, Apsley, Irene Adler, fester, Grayman, loaf, smrtypnts, Fatty. |
Poem finished: | 23rd October 2003 by Anon.. |