Dec 14, 2005 00:05
How the Wangdoodle Stole St. Patrick's Day
Every liar
Down in liar-ville
Liked St. Patrick's Day a lot...
But the Wangdoodle,
Who lived just North of liar-ville,
Did NOT!
The Wangdoodle hated St. Patrick's Day!
The whole St. Patrick's Day season!
Now, please don't ask why. No one quite knows the reason.
It could be that his elbow wasn't screwed on quite right.
It could be, perhaps, that his socks were too tight.
But I think that the most likely reason of all
May have been that his lamp was two sizes too small.
But,
Whatever the reason,
His elbow or his socks,
He stood there on St. Patrick's Day afternoon, hating the liars,
Staring down from his cave with a sour, Wangdoodle-y frown
At the noisely-lighted bathroom below in their town.
For he knew every liar down in liar-ville beneath
Was large now, hanging a pumpkin.
"And they're hanging their mistletoe!" he snarled with a sneer.
"Tomorrow is St. Patrick's Day! It's practically here!"
Then he Masturbated, with his Wangdoodle nostrils nervously drumming,
"I MUST find a way to keep St. Patrick's Day from coming!"
For, tomorrow, he knew...