Posted by Alexander from 92.52.26.24.cfl.rr.com (24.26.52.92) on Thursday, September 04, 2003 at 10:49PM :
As an answer to: Oh Brother...here goes.... written by panch on 01 Oct 2002 23:36:30:
The Feather
Peter BetBasoo
January 10, 2001 A.D. (6750 A.Y.)
There once was a boy named Fred
Who thought everyone was dead
High and mighty, he would scream
Wake you all! you're in a dream
A thousand words he would hail
A shower born from dry ale
A gale of insults he'd shout
A mistral verse from dark stout
Look at me, look at me fly
I am Fred and I am sly
My statues litter this land
My words spread like grains of sand
Toy with Fred not, you silly fool
You are nothing but my tool
Speak to me with your money
That's when I taste the honey
I was born knowing it all
Joust with me and you will fall!
Shakespeare is a friend to me
"Lord, what fools these mortals be!"
Speak not with your other end
Flatulence can make you bend
No Assyrian at all
Speak English, Neanderthal!
Speak not of your precious Christ
He was nothing but a heist
Speak not of your history
It's all so desultory
Let me tell you what you are
Losers, idiots, by far
You deserve to have been killed
All such idiots should be stilled
Let me in conclusion say
Nay nay nay nay, I say nay
Don't be smart, cute and funny
Shutup and give me money
-- Alexander
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