Sick twisted and dark. (Page 9)
LoisS: Starkle, Starkle, little twink,
Who the hell are you I think,
I'm not under what you call
The alcofluence of incohol.
I'm just a little slort of sheep
I'm not drunk like thinkle peep
I don't know who is me yet,
But the drunker I stand here the longer I get
So just give me one more fink to drill my cup,
'Cause I got all day sober to Sunday up
LoisS: If you’re lacking a little good cheer,
Go and tickle a bull in the rear.
For I’m sure that the rumor,
That they’ve no sense of humor,
Is a product of ignorant fear.
LoisS: There was a young girl from Rabat
Who had triplets: Nan, Pat, and Tat.
It was fun in the breeding,
but hell in the feeding,
as she found she had no tit for Tat.