Harry, harry, harry.
What ever will we do with you?
Dice you, steam you,
Fricase you,
Or simmer all your tender flesh
In frothy beefy stew?
Harry Harry O Russo,
How shall I now defeat you?
With sticks
With stones
To break your bones,
Or a 45 another owns
And wipe the prints straightforth?
Oh Harry, would I banish you
If your name was Larry?
Would strife still stand betwixt our hands
If your mother named you Garry?
I think not so, my mortal foe,
Our challenge lies beyond our names.
Your very visage carries woe
And all good things defames.
When babies sense your horrid stench
They wail quite inconsolably
And even demons quail and wrench
And shudder uncontrollably.
Your very gaze could freeze in flint
Medusa and her hair
Why sabo rounds would fail against
Your life consuming stare
You make me sick
You make me mad
I hope you stick your head in sand
Wile scorpions go up your nose
And give you an anaphilactic dose
Of poison much like that you've used
To make the guileless heart to burst
You vicious bloody butcher
(If you made movies they'd be worse
Than those with Ashton Kutcher)
You're fat
You smell
Your cat would tell you
"Shove off, man
I know your plan!"
Though you did trace
Before her face
Ten tuna cans
With sardine glands
Held out by double-timing hands.
A beast could see
Your malady
Doth spread just like a blight
As your footsteps fall
You scatter gall
While stalking in the night.
You bloated corpse of undead lust.
Your heart is stuffed with furnace dust;
The ashes of 10 men's remains.
You only sing a dirge refrain
Delighting in the wake of dead
And dying as you plow ahead;
A reaper of the innocent
A sower of injustice.
To all that's good you're insolent
More haughty than Augustus.
A Caesar of Unceasing sins
A Czar of bloody origins.
You surely never will compare
With he in whose great name you share
That man of wit and sagicity
Whose words brought such felicity
... wait a minute,
Your last name is Russo.
Sorry, I was thinking of ANOTHER Harry.
Harry Winkler. Yeah, that's the guy.
Oops, well never mind, just forget all that stuff.
--
Josh <{><
Sunday, October 28, 2007
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1 comment:
you know, right, that if a stew is composed of human, it can't really be described as "beefy"
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